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Time flies, and the world has changed. After many years, I will look back at your teahouse. Her old alley has become old, and the bamboo horse has become old. The green plum has withered, and I say goodbye to someone who is safe.

"The fog appears, the old friend returns The fog disperses, old friends leave Since ancient times, it has been difficult to have both returns and separations. " The vicissitudes of female voice sounded softly, and the simple singing filled the surroundings. "True is also false False is also true It is difficult to distinguish between true and false. " The faint singing sounded again. In the confused fog and dust, the back of the woman in white can be vaguely seen. "Who are you?" The sudden question broke the enigmatic singing voice. The woman in white paused and said: "Heartless person."