C98 So the Clown Was Me

The epiphyllum blooms, the myriad fades.

To stand alone, only for the Lord.

At this moment, everyone present was murmuring about the poem that had been improvised by the man and woman who seemed to be made of green jade.

It was full of emotion.

The crowd was lost in the aftertaste of the poem. They were all moved by the deep feelings between the two of them.

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