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lit. long-sworded lovesickness
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Categories: knight-errant
Statuses: Updating
The flaming sun hung in the western half of the sky. The sky is red, the ground is also red, as if the eyes can see everything, are stained with "red" - red to everyone in the heart of the hair "hair". Most of the crops in the ground are dead, the rest are not dead, yellow scorched hitchhiking, look over, all you can see is the cracked fields, bare ground thousands of miles, there is not a bit of green.