I clearly remember that the first time I saw that enchanting crimson was in the Xiyuan of Taolin Yayuan. At that time, I borrowed Rong Fengchu's thread to trace the shadow of my master.
But that man told me that he had met me many years ago in Yongyefang, Shangjing. He had a slovenly appearance but a stubborn temper. He took a magnolia hairpin and killed his elder brother, which made him admire him extremely. I think Lan Chengsu is really not a pervert that ordinary people can understand, so it is best for me to provoke him as little as possible.
As fate would have it, things changed, and I missed him again and again.
My name is Shangguan Lin. What I want to tell you are just two or three love affairs during that troubled time. Dear readers, please be gentle.
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