He always cowered in the corner, but said that he would give him the whole world.
That day, she took off the white silk covering his eyes for him, but she didn't expect that she would no longer be able to grasp her light.
You are not afraid to tear the world apart for him;
And for you, I can only deliver with all my heart.
In the end,
Who gives everything for whom,
Who is it again?
Crying helplessly on whose grave.
A piece of orchid, a piece of beauty,
I'm afraid that the east wind will ruthlessly blow away the countless wonderful sounds, so don't sigh;
I am afraid that the fire of karma will burn into the wilderness and sky without righteousness, so I cannot be angry.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
