That year, the courtyard was covered with apricots, and dreams of those days became memories. The starry sky at night is intoxicating to the eyes, and makes one's heart full of thoughts. Back then, we searched for Pei Ting for thousands of miles, and thousands of troops and horses rode alone to the city; that year, he stood in the courtyard wrapped in white, and three thousand black silk threads danced in "Ting's" heart. Was it "her" or "him"? It was the third watch of the night, and it was another year of melancholy...
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