The sound of gongs rings my ears, and my eyes are filled with red silk. Chu Hu was ignorantly led to worship. The three red moles that appeared inexplicably on her face made her the most suitable and destined wife for the frail King Yan.
Ruyi dripped with green leaves, and when she lifted her hijab, she saw familiar eyes in front of her.
When she woke up, the ice was biting and the sky was covered with white. He held her hand, and in a flash she was Qichun Fangfei, and in a flash she was drinking. The moles of bitterness on the forehead, cheeks, and lips are hickeys planted by lovers in previous lives.
The night exploration of Hongzhu, the Immortal Shi Hu... Some people don't know where to put their feelings, but they are deeply affectionate.
He was her creation, a dead wood that became a spirit, and lived and died with her...
Intention: Everything in the world is like a dream, everyone can achieve enlightenment
