Through the ages, the clouds and tears turn into rain. Ah Fei, are you looking up at your stars alone, looking forward to seeing them, but unable to wait for the harvest season? Xing Yun, have you ever looked back at his warmth and coldness in the world. Recalling his blooming flowers, how his winter met her spring, and her smile resolved the thousand-year entanglement. Your star blooms with hope in the fireworks. His calm ridicule made him stubborn. When he saw your eclipse, he had an epiphany and made your night of mist.
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