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A gentle flush from the mild wine, half-drunk whispers in the still of the night. The cuckoo calls till moonli…

A gentle flush from the mild wine, half-drunk whispers in the still of the night. The cuckoo calls till moonlight falls from flowering trees, oblivious in sleep to spring's rippling breeze. Archived after becoming a VIP guest of the Heroes Assembly and fulfilling the promise with Hua Jieyu.

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