Plague

Drunken madness 1.1k words

In the imperial garden, a basin of pride chrysanthemum blossoms in every corner, sweet-scented osmanthus fragments like gold dotted among the still green branches and leaves, occasionally falling one or two petals in the big lake, to see the lotus gradually cold.

Zhang Yan breathed a long breath and...

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