C1886 You Still Want to Touch My Feet!
The wind and frost drift aimlessly, but for whom does one hold on so tightly?
A year of youth slips by...
Tenderness fills the cup, as a slice of moonlight descends.
The mortal world is unbearable, with no clear line between good and evil.
How can such an era be captured in ink?
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Yao Ziyan softly hummed the lyrics she had learned from Lo Chuan, who had sung several songs
