Gu Ci×Shen Xian
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Three months have passed, the cold winter has gone with it, and everything has recovered.
Late at night, Gu Ci lay next to Shen Hen with his eyes closed, with white peonies at hand.
"If you come back, will you still remember me?"
"Aci, I have a good life, but I brought disaster to you. It's my fault."
"Aci, there will be no more illnesses."
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Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom.
Intention: meaning