"Lan'er. Lan'er."
The man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and it turned out to be a dream. His cold left hand ruthlessly told the fact that that person had left. After so many years, it has never been forgotten. At that time, his eyes were as determined and determined as the moon. Wearing a white gauze dress, she stood on top of the Fengcheng tower, her ink-like hair fluttering lightly in the air. With a smile on his lips, he smiled at the people in the city.