White snow yet complains of spring's belated grace, so through the courtyard drifts to play at flying flowers.
The heart is a kite bound for distant shores, bound by a single thread of eternity; the spirit is an undying soul-lamp, sacrificing all for a single promise!
In the primordial wastes of antiquity, after several years apart, Muyin once again set foot upon this familiar yet unfamiliar land. Fortunately, this time, she was not alone.
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