The warm sun poured down on the pansies, and he could no longer look away.
He smiled evilly: "It's just a random red plum in the east column. How can we talk about whether it is Qingming or not?"
But he had been looking for this plum for so many years that it felt strange when he looked at it again.
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Yan Yinchou & Xi Qingming
There must be a spiritual encounter between the long-lasting bitter ancient tea and the hot liquor.
Intent: Romance that lasts until death