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Xie Lian blinked. A fargone memory was like a dust-covered picture, and when he tried
to wipe it clean, it was still blurry. He loosened his hand and picked up that flower,
solemn and wordless. Hua Cheng put down the brush too, and quietly grinded the ink,
"What is it?"
"..." Xie Lian smiled, "Nothing. Just, this flower is refreshing, I've always liked it."
It wasn't rare to see offerings of flowers in temples and palaces. Only, most would use
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