The first time Nanchun heard the boy's name was when everyone's eyes were focused on him under the flashing lights.
——Feast in the empty mountain. "Who has nothing to do but sit on an empty mountain for a banquet?" Is Nanchun's subconscious reaction.
An extremely cold name, like a banished immortal lying alone on the Spring Terrace.
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Later, during certain summer rainy days,
Nanchun chatted with a few friends
She smiled and thought to herself: "I am like the weeds under the spring mountain, watching the immortal in white fall into the grand world he loved."
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The spring breeze blows every year, the weeds grow in rounds, and the immortal in white is nowhere to be seen.
Be
Intention: Love this world