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Bow~run away~
Murong, you and I have known each other for many years, and you come to visit me every year.
Crossing the river, passing thousands of hibiscus flowers, a faint mist lingers on the sleeves of the clothes.
And this time, it might be my turn.
I walked through the fallen flowers and went to see you.
I will brush away the messy grass clippings from your hair and wipe away the dried blood from the corner of your mouth.
Close to your ear and speak softly.
I am Gu Qing.
Your Gu Qing.