How many beauties have withered, how many lovesick hearts have shattered, leaving only blood-stained ink and fragrance to mourn over chaotic tombs.
Some people are born proud and arrogant, never willing to let others control their own destiny; they have their own opinions and ideas, and refuse to follow the crowd. Coming to walk this world just to live out a different kind of brilliance, no one can ever truly tame them.
When Muyin woke up, she found herself lying on a clean, dry bed, with Abu the Snow Mastiff resting its head right beside her pillow. A sudden warmth welled up in her heart—they had made it back—and she couldn't help reaching out to stroke Abu's damp nose. Abu opened its eyes and licked her hand.
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