Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy ...

From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue. (Liu Cixin)

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Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.

Liu Cixin Quotes: From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.