Behind the Twelfth Palace of the Sanctuary, the Rose Road leading to the Pope's Hall suddenly withered, revealing the original blue stone steps.
The bluestone in the twelfth palace of the sanctuary was suddenly wrapped in green thorns, and thorny roses covered it, as if sleeping quietly.
In Greenland, snow is falling all over the sky, burying the rose garden and the garden owner's cabin under the ice sheet again.
The old house in Sweden, wrapped with ivy, was waiting hard for the return of its owner. Suddenly, it seemed as if it felt something. Under the caress of the Xiao Sa autumn wind, the layers of armor were peeled off, leaving it bare, waiting for the departure of winter and the coming of spring...
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