In the past, he was the number one scholar and had great glory. Unexpectedly, the gold and ink became a life-threatening curse.
The sound of Lun suddenly dropped, and the Yuanyang dispersed. Ten miles of red makeup, nine tribes of blood flowing.
When the name of a bad heart is attached to one's body, all love and meaning become false.
I once vowed not to be a scholar in the next life.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to hide in the countryside and find you in the alleys.
A gentle kiss on the red lips makes up for the sorrow in this life.
But mistakes have been made in this life, and it will be difficult to forget them. I was left with a heart full of sorrow, and went into the long night alone.
(This work is purely fictitious)
