After Dong Qiuxu threw his darling to Fuyun, he took Du Shaoran to the pavilion and sat down. The chic gazebo, planted with evergreens on all sides, is as vibrant as spring against the blue sky, and you can hear the rustle of the leaves rubbing against each other when a gust of wind blows. Du Shaoran sat on the stone bench, her eyes kept looking into the distance, her hands between her legs, her legs straight, not daring to look at Dong Qiuxu's face. "Don't go, okay? &rd...

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