So she was troubled to understand the sweet love, feeling that she was addicted to it, and she wished she could not tell him every feeling. For the first time, she felt that her name meant lovesickness was so sweet and unwilling to be misty and awake as the wind. Although every day Yu Weiyang would return to the tent to spend a night with her or quietly take her to watch the sunset, every time he left for even an hour, she could not help but feel lovesickness as sweet and happy.

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