It's night, the bright moon and bright stars are blowing in the wind, and the vigorous old trees are full of affection. A bowl of yellow soup enters the stomach, which intoxicates people's hearts. What they let go of is the long river of time and the mist of the past. Looking at the woman in front of him who still has pure eyes like a child, jumping and flying, Ye Qianxing knows that all the love he has in this life is just like this, it's over, it's over.
In the world and in the sky, the stars are bright, there is love like the sun, and there is love like the moonlight. My heart misses you, the wind and clouds know it, the clear water is clear, but she doesn't have to see through it.
If the Yuan Dynasty wishes for it, Yuyang will be clear and clear, the spring rain will not be wet, the heat will not be annoying, the autumn frost will not be sad, and the winter snow will not sigh! She has not only the Youlan family behind her, but also my Ruoyuan family, Chun this life.
