The golden and jade rings shattered the fireworks of this prosperous age.
On that day, one hexagram turned out to be a peach blossom in one's life.
Tears stain the landscape like a painting, and blood splashes a little cinnabar between the eyebrows.
That day, with one hexagram, I finally lost the world for you.
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