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The mist is like a veil, sometimes there is snow, and the rain is so refreshing to watch;
The sorrow is unresolved, and the nightmare comes, and the dream of mist and rain on the road is difficult to interpret.
She is a saint of a clan, who can keep pace with the four continents, but he is a small official, and his future is as bleak as walking on a thin ice lake.
When the floods came, he was hunted down to control the floods and was exiled to the Wangshu Altar.
On the day of the prayer, the sky was dark like the beginning of chaos. The April snow was beaten to pieces by the pouring raindrops, and the ground was so muddy that it was impossible to find the way.
Yun Ling was frail and frail for ten months, but she recognized him as an old friend from the first moment they met again. It's just that the past is hard to bear. Even if the city is gone, we can only live with the nightmare every night.
Later, the two looked at each other and recalled the past. Wan Qichen broke a tassel and placed it on Bai Yichi's bun: "How can you dare to take advantage of yourself if you haven't avenged the invasion of the nest?"
She only replied: "The past is gone, how could I be blinded by hatred..."
Purpose: Pursuing a better life
