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This dream of a prosperous age, a dream that lasted for thousands of years, turned into a fallen immortal, and its soul was scattered. It is so miserable that it cannot be forgotten.
As the river passed by, all kinds of lingering emotions were gone, and all that was left was a sigh from him, like this, God will not allow it -
It was New Year's Eve again. She was still guarding the deserted yard, watching the white snow on the top of Kunlun Mountain reflect a layer of light. In this deserted place,
Late at night, she raised a glass with him and had a drink, but what she drank from Kunlun Mountain was thousands of years of snow water; what she choked down was the result of thousands of years of tiredness.
The longing that accumulates.
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