Life Under an Oil Paper Umbrella

The rain wets the neon clothes, and the birds bear the fragrance of the flowers. There is a beautiful woman under the umbrella, and her heart is broken. When the wind blows away in the spring night, the fragrance remains on the bridge. I will never follow Zhao Kuo, I am willing to become mad after learning. The frost and rain were freezing, and the paper umbrella was hit by a sharp spear. - The rain is falling at dusk, and the beautiful woman is sleepwalking. Three lives are destined to gather together, and the bridge is waiting for tea guests. - One flower, one world, one thought, one fate. Meeting you in this life is enough, I will protect you for the next three lives. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.