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Who are you ? I... Am... Foyang? I once had a bird... Also named Foyang. Died not long ago. You are not the late emperor, where did the bird come from? She walked away with a chuckle, her back reflected in the darkness before his eyes. A clear tear ran across his handsome face and fell between the white pages of the book in his hand. He gently closed the patent leather cover, and his slender fingertips stroked the five words intertwined like vines in early spring over and over again - "The Nightingale and the Rose" Suddenly, there was a ringing of silver bells that seemed real and illusory, and her voice seemed to come from a silent and ethereal distance... "Every morning and every day, he looks up to the sky..." "She called him softly...\