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For the first time in his life, Qin Dingmo had such a feeling in his heart. He couldn't fathom it. He couldn't fathom Tang Zhilan, and he couldn't fathom this feeling either. In spring, outside Wangzhou Pass, on the endless grass fields, the spring breeze blows, and thousands of flowers bloom, dotting it. At this time of year, when he climbed up the building and looked north, was this how he felt? ---------- Tang Zhilan: Prince Qin, since we agreed to help each other, why did you push me down? Qin Dingmo: Mr. Tang, please don't forget that it was you who pushed me down first. Now, I am afraid that you may make mistakes while sailing alone, so I kindly pull you down too. Tang Zhilan: ... Qin Dingmo: Mr. Tang, this undercurrent is rapid. You must be obedient and hold on tight to me. Tang Zhilan: Zhilan is afraid of death, so she will hold on to the prince tightly. However, I'm afraid that I dislike Zhilan as a burden. Qin Dingmo: A Lan, why would I dislike you? I only hope that if you hold on to me a little longer, even if you die, we can be a pair of misfortunes together on the road to hell. Tang Zhilan: ...(You can go to hell :) This is a long story...