The wine of the sixth year of Zhenghe was a bit intoxicating. Yun Niang, who was among the water and clouds in the east of the city, had just woken up. Her pink dress and indigo daisy captivated everyone's eyes.
The music is far away in the south of the Yangtze River, and the mist in the north is bitter.
Fan Yan was just a little person, born in a small southern town in the late Northern Song Dynasty. He was full of love, passion, and family.
Let's fight against the world with the young people from the small town.
Yanyun? Is mine
Northwest? Also mine
This world is all mine.
