Looking back indifferently, I have mistaken old vinegar for ink, and half a lifetime of writing has become sour on the paper.
Fang Yu opened his eyes again and found that he had returned to that unforgettable morning. In this torrent of time, Lin Qingzhi did not have a car accident, and everything was still in time...
This time, he decided to protect her, guard her, and love her...
Swinging water, bamboo horse road, seeing you at first sight, everything is inferior to you. The spring water is born, the spring forest is blooming, and the spring breeze is not as good as you ten miles away.
In this life, I ride a bamboo horse, only worthy of the green plum.
Single female protagonist, daily sweet stories...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
