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lit. paper is expensive, gold is junk (idiom); fig. indulging in a life of luxury
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Reborn in her own body, heaven and earth roar with rage, the wind and snow are fierce, the wood chamois is cold, and the shackles are worn down to a bloody path, and still she is on her way to death. She has a grievance, she is not convinced, but as a slave, she has no choice but to leave her home. Everything from the beginning, hard to move, but found that there is still her father left her to make a living skills. The fragrance of beauty is but a flower that falls and withers in the wind....