The earth that has traveled through thousands of years and arrived a thousand years later is obviously so desolate, but it can grow seeds of hope. It is obviously such a poor planet, but it makes people feel nostalgic.
When you long for warmth, you can't get even a trace of sympathy. Once you forget the feeling of warmth, all kinds of emotions come closer. Has fate always been so ridiculous?
"My name is Lin Xiang."
"Lin Xiang?" She blinked her doll-like eyelashes.
"The forest of woods, the flying of flying."
"Flying in the woods?" The man laughed, "Like a bird."
"Wrong, it's Phoenix." Lin Xiang smiled.
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