Everyone in Chang'an says Fu Xun's feelings for Pei Lian are like a stream that flows with love toward a flower that feels none. Only Xie Tingyu, who has been too lazy to meddle in anyone else's business for eight hundred years, thinks it's a case of the bright moon shining on a ditch. If you ask him, Pei Lian can't be blamed. After all, aside from him, Chang'an's bright moon, even Xie Tingyu, a carefree cloud accustomed to drifting wherever he pleases, has wanted to shine down on this stream.
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