Infinite Interpretation

Welcome players to enter the infinite interpretation Please select this ID card The waves in his eyes were not from love, but from the shadow of the sinking moon in the well. The dancing sleeves are not art, but the silk damask hanging on the beam. Blood stains rouge, tears stain silk, the skin on the stage is stained on the bones below. Painting skin last night, today's drama, Langjun, Langjun, let's see, "Who am I?" Start performing! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.