Lie Yu Linglong

The style of that year, the lost eyes. That time of farewell, the dust-covered thoughts of love. Under the sparks, the guilt that has been blurred for thousands of years. When the snow fell The icy cold extinguished the warmth of thousands of years. That penetrating teardrop is an eternal longing This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.