Winter is coming, and late autumn is a joy.
The biting wind brought back memories. It was a late autumn dusk. The clouds in the west were coated with golden light and floated on the mountains. The afterglow was shining. Chen Kaigui gradually walked far away, with his back turned to Lin Baotai, whose eyes were full of him.
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The crowds are no match for the surge of love
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I would like to dedicate this book to Wei Guiju and Tang Junbao.
Intention: You two will give me eternal life!