Two catties of peach blossoms brewed into wine, a myriad of cups cannot compare to your tenderness.
Through blurred vision, the person before her shifted from hazy to clear, their gentle face seemingly filled with endless reluctance to part.
"Are you really leaving?" Her voice had not entirely shed its youthful immaturity, carrying a hint of entreaty and a plea for him to stay as she looked at the man before her. But what answered her was only a moment of silence from the man before he spoke.
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