In this life, I have two wishes:
Firstly, if one day I am blessed with yellow sand and golden armor, I will live up to the cold stars outside the Great Wall and the beacon fire surrounding the city.
The second is to take the rest of your life as a curtain, time as a pen, and write all the years.
Thereafter,
There is no longer Miss Lin in the Lin Mansion.
When encountering morning dew, encountering sunset, encountering starry night, I will pay for him.
The rest of his life is the curtain, and time is the pen. I am here to write all his years for him.
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It was so dangerous in ancient times! It's easiest to lie down
It was so dangerous in ancient times! It's easiest to lie down