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Flowers Bloom and Water Dries Up When the sun sets into the East China Sea, the dusk becomes dim. The cold light illuminates the face of a woman, who is searching for what she once left behind in her ups and downs. Little did she know that her lover had turned into a sword and stayed by her side. Conception: 1Favorites209Clicks/ch1Nutrition
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Moon Stone According to a long-standing legend, there is a beautiful woman sleeping inside a palm-sized transparent stone. Her eyelashes are as thick as wings and can be seen through the tiny lines. The gorgeous clothes are noble but bloom with the charm of time. People call it the moon stone. 1Favorites158Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Niansha The red curtains, gauze and silk, all things flow. In an instant, who lifted my hijab, and who turned the palm prints of fate in my palm. Time flies by and the dream passes into the stream and fades, but it settles in my heart. Conception: 1Favorites381Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Well of Purity Familiarity in the past life, companionship in this life. The ending is unexpected, just like the tune you played thousands of years ago, the tune I always hum incompletely in my dreams. Conception: —Favorites599Clicks/ch1Nutrition
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Maple Leaf Calligraphy In troubled times, it is like a maple leaf fluttering. Only those who have experienced it will know how romantic, charming and heartbreaking it is. A third son of a warlord who controls destiny, and a romantic first son of a plutocrat in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. The breeze blew through the gauze on my sleeves, and I was thinking about it. . . —Favorites172Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Night Epiphyllum Blooms On the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, the calamity of the devil. Even though the pain of thousands of arrows pierced my heart, I still have no regrets. Conception: —Favorites306Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Tongquezhuang Some people say that time is the mark of our encounter. The Sanskrit words above record our tightly interlocked hands yet separated from each other. The heartbreaking sound played is the obsession that cannot be heard outside the palace walls. Is it the cage created by time, or you put on the makeup of disillusionment, which makes me repeat the poignant despair. You will never feel the coldness of my tears in the lies you weave. Tonight or later, I have been waiting for your answer. . . Concepti —Favorites613Clicks/ch1Nutrition