The breeze rolls up the delicate petals without leaving a trace,
Spring has passed, and early summer has quietly arrived.
A slender hand picked up the golden lock left on the ground. The chain made a crisp sound, which was faintly evocative. The hands were playing with the golden lock and suddenly murmured: "Prince Yanxing's Mansion?"
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