The junior flag officer followed behind him, his head aching as he held his forehead and said, "Yes, yes, yes, right away we'll send someone to find Fen Wine for you..."
The rest of the officials in the cells looked at him intently.
Some watched with cold eyes, unmoved.
Others' eyes reddened, as if they were about to be moved…
The Analects say: "A bird's song is sad when it is about to die; a person's words are good when they are about to die."
The seemingly foolish and naïve words of Yang Ge truly stabbed at the cold and cruel hearts of some.
It was like waking from a great dream to see oneself, fat and greasy, with all the filth of the world, suddenly catching a glimpse of one's youthful self—rosy-lipped and white-toothed in pure white robes, spirited and gallant.
In the crowd, I search for her a thousand times; when I turn my head, she is there, in the dimly lit place...
Life is short, a dream as fleeting as cooking millet!
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