The past is like a dream. If you can live and die drunk, why bother to wake up alone?
The wind and flowers will be sent away with the cup, and the past will only become a dream in the clear night
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"Si Shui, do you still remember how you came to Hanyun Castle?"
He recalled to himself: "I still remember the first time I saw you, when you looked back at me, you slightly tilted your neck to the left curiously. Later, I discovered that you would make the same move every time you felt confused."
He raised the corner of his mouth silently: "That day after the young master brought you back from Chuxie, you were restless all day, hiding in the room to pack your bags but thinking that no one else knew; you pestered Wan Yue and me to take you to the street, I originally wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but when I passed by the man selling candied haws, I was distracted by it. When you play chess unpredictably, you always frown and bite your lips, or even scratch your head. You don't look like a future queen. "
He said it funny, but it seemed as if he was sighing: "Every time you see me in the palace, you will involuntarily grab my sleeve and pull me to run to treat the little prince's leg disease for you. Your favorite food is the light taste that our Hanyun Castle makes. I also secretly hid a few pieces of mung bean cake under the pillow; that day you secretly climbed a tree, but the little finger of your left hand was cut open by a horizontal branch. Also, every time you say something insincere, you don't dare to look at me, is that so?"
He suddenly looked directly at her and asked the last sentence: "Because of this, every time I mention Han Yunhao, you don't dare to look at me, right?"
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