By the Sansheng Stone, flowers bloom on the other side...
The palms are wrapped with unchanging love,
The past life has become empty, still like a dream...
He sat there, seemingly isolated from the world, his picturesque brows cast a gentle shadow in the soft morning light, and the corners of his mouth
It's Miao Yuan's smile. It's so beautiful that it could be included in a painting.
Linglong didn't know when she held her breath, her heart beating uncontrollably. She moved forward cautiously, fearing that if she made any noise, everything in front of her would be ruined.
It turned into nothing, just like in a dream.
Mo Xuan tilted his head, his dark eyes flashed with light, and the ripples in his phoenix eyes were filled with gentleness. At this moment, there is no more
There were other colors and sounds, and his tall and handsome figure overlapped with the vivid figure deep in Linglong's memory.
That year, the young man in white under the peach blossom tree was surrounded by a gorgeous cloud made of burning peach blossoms, with petals swaying and a light pink color.
The red reflected his eyes as warm as water, and the sky and the earth were pale.
"Brother Xuan..."
He stretched out his hand to her, just like the scene he had experienced countless times in his dreams over the years. Those hands were slender and white, with well-defined joints, bringing her greed.
The warmth she has been pursuing.
"Linglong, come here." His voice was so gentle, like a lifelong sigh.
The light reflected on the exquisite crystal dice tied around his wrists, making them sparkle.
Linglong's face was filled with tears.
"Do you know that the exquisite dice and the red beans make you miss me deeply?"
In the palm of my hand, the warmth that never fades...
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