"Brother Yan, why are you so nice to Nian'er?"
He lay on the grass, stroking the ends of his windblown hair with his fingertips, twisting them together with his own.
"Because I want to be my queen when I grow up."
Nian'er's face, whitened by the moonlight, came to him and asked, "What is a queen?"
"He is the one who will accompany me for the rest of my life."
"Then, how long will it take in this lifetime?"
"It should be the time when you are too old to be old..."
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