"Jiyue, have you always been like this?"
"It's always been like this."
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The green mountains are faint and the green water is far away. Lou Xiaogu was carrying his sword, staring blankly at the new moon in the sky. The clear moon was bright and flawless, and the moonlight and frost seemed to be flowing down on him.
Everyone in the world said that the moon is rare and the colorful clouds are easy to disperse. He could not reach the moon that was far away in the sky. He bowed down and held his head with his hands, tears flowing from his sorrowful eyes and falling to the cold ground. The strong emotion made him long to make some noise, but when he came to the end, he could not express anything and could only cry silently.
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Purpose: Pursuit of happiness