Torn between love and indifference, lingering with longing and struggling.
Back then, you and I often met under the cherry blossoms.
Who is it that rides a drunken horse, while I neigh and gaze to the ends of the earth?
Whose exquisite melody brings forth beauty, while my ten fingers dance with effortless elegance?
Who sings aloud across the land, while I watch the sunset over the ends of the earth?
Who messed up the strands of hair?
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While singing, Chi Musheng played with Tu Shan Hong's long orange-yellow hair. This was a bad habit of his, as he liked to play with girls' hair while singing. However, the person who made him develop this habit was also the person he least wanted to see again in his life.
Tu Shan Honghong did not stop him, because Chi Musheng did not do anything excessive to her. He was just playing with her hair. Yu Ling said that boys only have these little habits when they like a girl.
Since that's the case, why not be a little more lenient with Chi Musheng? After all, it's up to her to decide how far Chi Musheng can go.
The pink petals of the giant tree of bitter love fall like cherry blossoms, swirling around the two of them. The incomprehensible hearts and the emotions interpreted by the language of flowers all bloom in that fleeting moment.
Feng Qi, standing outside Tu Shan, gazed at the two of them from afar and said sourly.
"Young lady, how romantic! It's a pity, I wonder how long you can be happy like this?"
This is a trap, a honey trap. The sharpest knife is the one that makes you feel most relaxed and happy.
The most painful knife is never cold, but warm and burning, slowly pressing against your heart without you even realizing it, waiting for the moment you notice it before piercing you.
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