The plum rain is coming, there is a moon and no wind.
In the old house of Han Mansion, purple poppies were in full bloom outside the ear hall. The moonlight melted and the flowers glowed blue and purple.
Han Yan was sitting alone on the stone steps. He seemed to see Suiyun again before his eyes. He sat next to him and asked him with a smile, "They say that people are their true selves when they are alone. Is this true?"
"Silly girl, human interaction takes shape. If you can't see me in front of others, will it still be me?" Han Yan raised a smile and moved his hand to draw her outline.
The thin line between life and death is so close.
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