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On the banks of the Forgotten River, flowers bloom on the other side.
The boatman who only ferried her, the boundless dream, the long and endless journey of reincarnation.
In all her dreams, she always remembers the boy who looked at her tenderly.
Back then, we were childhood sweethearts, looking at each other from the top of the wall.
After many years of separation, one is a very popular minister and the other is married to his wife.
When the fog dispersed, she realized that he was everywhere.
He stretched out his hand to her as he had done countless times in the past: "Jia'an, come here."
I accept criticism of the article, but not the ginseng cock, thank you all_(:зゝ∠)_
Mission: Friendship lasts forever