As the Saying Goes, December

Pure ancient sayings, no vest, not a strong woman, not a time travel. The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the wind and sand are eye-catching. If it weren't for Chu Jingzhou, Twelve Yue would have died in the desert long ago. The spring breeze blew across her face, and the woman was finally moved. That's all, it's time to repay your life-saving grace. Chu Jingzhou, in the next life, I don't want to meet you in the desert again; In my next life, I will no longer be born in December and no longer be called Bingyue; I will never meet you again.