The arrival of love is never up to one's own decision. Every glance, every eyebrow twitch, every twist and turn of fate can only be savored slowly.
There is no bright moon in the mountains, the east wind seeks out the blossoms.
Thousands of rivers see jade dragons leap, snow dyes the plum blossoms peerless.
Muyin waved a hand to clear the bloodstains from the cabin, then pulled over a chair and sat down. Having consumed too much spiritual energy, she felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her, making her quite drowsy. But this was not yet the time to sleep in peace; Muyin gulped down a cup of cold tea to force herself awake.
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