Chen Feng looked back at the courtyard. Under the moonlight, the peach blossoms were still there.
Many more years.
In the midst of the raging war and chaos, peach blossoms are flying, blending with the smell of blood.
Chen Feng looked at the small courtyard for the last time.
I forgot to erect a monument for you. Can I make up for it in my next life?
After thinking about it, Chen Feng laughed out loud, and a peach blossom fell on his lips.
Little scholar, do you miss me?
"Then I will come to find you..."
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