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The flowering period is zero, the ice and snow are vast, and she is melancholy and lonely in her floating life. Leaving him and meeting him again, she lingered in another world. ... She slowly raised her hand, her eyes shining like rubies, and a slender red line quickly extended from her hand to his side, and then wrapped tightly around his ring finger, as if it would never let go. She looked at him lovingly, and he looked at her. For a long time, with the light clouds and the gentle breeze, with the clear sky... She looked at him and smiled, wildly. Between the red lines, between the two of them, between floating life and melancholy.