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在这片繁星之下，我姐的 kidneys failed, but she never succumbed to fate. She rode a grass mud horse around the world, and even as I chatted with you, I forgot about my own loneliness. A single word sparked discord, and I drew my sword without hesitation. Officially known as Little Proud Cat National Darling, I stood tall with one hand on my hip, refusing to budge until we parted ways again.

In this dream within a dream, when you wake up from your slumber, it will be too late; our fates are sealed. The emperor may be dazed and confused in his harem of beauties; ultimately, only one can claim the throne.

As petals fall like cherry blossoms before me—delicate yet fleeting—the memories of our past entanglements linger in the air. Who could have imagined that such beauty would disrupt the chaos of this world? Our time together was but a brief moment amidst the swirling winds of change.

Even now, as tea spills from an ancient celadon cup and songs echo through the city's streets—a poignant reminder of what once was—I remain steadfast in my resolve. Though love is not always easy to define or understand—like smoke that clings to skin—it is undeniable nonetheless.

My temper may flare easily; however escape from this tangled web seems impossible for me. My heart beats solely for you—and so I pour out all its emotions into these words—without fear or restraint.

With each breath you take—knowing full well that love can lead us down treacherous paths—I remain by your side till death do us part—a silent guardian against life's trials and tribulations.

So let us cherish every moment we share under starry skies—the promise we hold close within our hearts—and strive not to lose sight of who we truly are amidst life's chaotic dance between love and hate—a delicate balance akin to walking on thin ice over scorching lava streams.

As twilight whispers secrets through deserted alleys (°▔爺▔) —a nostalgic glance at first loves lost forever—we find ourselves bound by threads both invisible and tangible.

I am no longer alone in this journey; nor shall I ever be again—my pen etching tales of sorrowful goodbyes while carrying on with hope-filled dreams set ablaze by tender gazes exchanged beneath moonlit skies.