Morning mist shrouded the dawn, the fog obscured the view, the broken bridge did not allow the river breeze to pass, Yan Feng, why bother with a reunion.

Recorded memories of Chen Xi, dreams envelop my love, autumn maple leaves can reach three feet of red, regret is silent, enduring the heart-wrenching pain alone.

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Yan Feng awoke from his sleep, feeling utterly exhausted, as if he'd been working tirelessly for an unknown period. As he slightly raised his hand, he heard an unfamiliar clinking of metal.