The journey of thousands of miles to Zhongshan is covered with snow, and my clothes are stained with blood on the way home.
Thousands of souls of Yaolian turn to the moon, hoping that people will remain the same for hundreds of years.
Tushan Rongrong: Your blessings have been given to everyone, but what about yourself?
Ji Yaoxue: With blessings, I can still recognize you a hundred years later.
Reader comments
It's pretty good. It seems to be just average at the moment [laughs]
[Cry][Cry][Cry][Cry] The roots are broken
As long as the author can persist until the end, I will always support you
It's pretty good. It seems to be just average at the moment [laughs] [Cry][Cry][Cry][Cry] The roots are broken
As long as the author can persist until the end, I will always support you