Late autumn.
The sky is high and the clouds are light.
Lu Wufei stood alone in the air high in the sky, his black robe rustling in the wind.
Looking at the end of the horizon in the distance.
The blood-red figure that slowly emerged.
Late autumn.
The sky is high and the clouds are light.
Lu Wufei stood alone in the air high in the sky, his black robe rustling in the wind.
Looking at the end of the horizon in the distance.
The blood-red figure that slowly emerged.
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