The southeast is prosperous, and the music of Chonglou strings never dissipates.
Crisis lurks, and the turbulent undercurrent is always difficult to calm down.
Holding a Qin Qin in his arms, musician Bai Qingan wandered alone for many years, just to uncover the mystery of the fire five years ago.
He originally thought that the heart that had been left with ashes would never be rekindled, until Yao Tong broke into his heart——
The girl was bright and pretty, like a naughty pear red, with flowing red clouds hidden in her eyes.
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At the brightly lit banquet, Bai Qingan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Beauty, don't say anything, otherwise I will be tempted."
Yao Tong was trying to say something, but found that he had a peony cake in his mouth and couldn't even say a word.
Well, if she swallows the pastry now and adds another squeak, is it still too late?
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A half-demon musician who is cool on the outside and romantic on the inside × a cute beast master with foodie attributes
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Intention: I am willing to break through the fog and enjoy the gorgeous crimson clouds with you.
