"He? Haha, he has a pair of black wings. He can fly over the thousand-stone mountain behind the No. 1 Martial arts sect, cut through the mist pouring from the Red River Falls, and all this is just to find his long-lost mother. He is handsome, handsome, and innocent..."
"Wow, he can fly? Isn't that a big bird?"
"Who knows?" The thread in my aunt's hand broke at some point. She just looked at the kite flying farther and farther, "It's him."
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