The next evening, Shui Bingqing placed Xiang Tiange's body on the bamboo raft and scattered flower petals on it. Following the direction of the current, the bamboo raft drifted into the distance.
In the mist, there was someone singing on the other side, drifting into Shui Bingqing's scarred heart.
"Where are the people who sink the fish in the wild geese?
There's no way back
Fragrance is about to break, the moon is about to stop
Speechless, leaning on the railing, leaning on the sorrowful night
Orioles and sparrows don't know the pain of parting
The sound of crying breaks the southern shore
Rest, rest! You remember
Don't let me down
I left behind yesterday's tears in my lapel,
The old fragrance remains like the past…"
"Hey, is there anyone on the other side?" When Shui Bingqing saw the lyrics being written so beautifully, she couldn't help but let out a long cry. The echoes curled up and lingered around her ears, making her feel ecstasy.
No one answered.
A sparkling, fairy-like, dreamy object stuck to her hair. It was snowing.
Because, always fantasizing, the beautiful wings when the next life is transformed, the fragrance of flowers when you get rid of it, the window of the soul after being washed by truth, kindness and beauty, and the watch of your life. Therefore, in this life, I am willing to be a lonely silkworm cocoon, in the shackles of my own weaving, I have no regrets.
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