Chapter 207: 299 chapters, the one I dislike the most, happens to be……

299 chapters, the one I dislike the most, happens to be……

299 chapters, the one I dislike the most, happens to be……

Spring remains this fragrant, the scent permeates heart and lungs.

These scents on the earth come from the petals of blooming and falling flowers, or from the tender leaves that have just unfurled.

But most of the fragrance comes from flowers opening or falling.

But under the dim, overcast sky, facing this world where truth and falsehood are indistinguishable, I can't even tell where the floral scent comes from.

Just like I can't tell what those beautiful advertisements on Earth are meant to promote.

I don't know how long the spring flowers can bloom, or when those beautiful petals will fall.

Why should I care about spring? Haven't people already said, 'Neither wind nor rain, neither sunshine'? Just living like that is happiness.

This worldly existence is originally like true yet not true, like false yet not false.

That Cao Xueqin said, 'When the false is made true, the true also becomes false; where there is no action, there is still something.' This great writer Cao left people's heads spinning: true true false false, false false true true.

This is a sentence from Dream of the Red Chamber that I dislike reading the most. Yet, it is precisely this sentence that I remember most deeply and firmly from Dream of the Red Chamber.

This world is truly marvelous, this person is truly marvelous. Of course, the universe is also truly marvelous.

'Like a flower yet not like a flower,' like a person yet not like a person.

I don't even know what that distant pair of young man and old woman in the Moon Palace are saying or doing now—whether they are committing impropriety.

Our dreams have only just begun; the fate of the protagonist in my book remains unresolved. They must still use the most precious things in life to realize value, break through the barriers set by the demon of fate, and with unyielding will, free themselves from the chains that the demon of fate has bound upon their souls…….

Do you know? Do you know? Now it should be 'lush greens, wilted reds'.

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