Wear and Start Over

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Throwing the embroidered ball to the flowerman, the cold kiln worshipping flower hall.

Joining the army, leaving the kiln, day and night waiting for her lover.

Waiting in the cold kiln for eighteen years, waiting until the clouds parted to see the moon.

— — As if!

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Red bricks and glazed tiles, a magnificent palace hall.

The door creaked open and the light from outside shone in, projecting a thin and weak figure on the floor.

With another knock, the door of the hall was closed again.

The footsteps were very light, but there was also a hint of urgency.

When Siyang woke up, she was faced with a room full of darkness. The doors and windows were all tightly blocked, causing the room to be filled with an un

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