"Every year in the snow, I always put plum blossoms to make me drunk. I remove all the plum blossoms without any good intentions, and I get a lot of tears."
This year, everywhere in the world, Xiaoxiao's temples are blooming. Depending on the wind coming in the evening, plum blossoms should be difficult to see. "
When we first meet in life, who is not a piece of paper? Only after experiencing scars and tasting pain can flesh and blood and mind be born.
If you had the chance to do it all over again, would you still be willing to follow your destined path and take the "correct" path?
Monk Qingyuan once whispered pitifully: "You will not die."
A glass of poisonous wine pierced her throat, but she actually didn't die - instead she returned to the time when she was fifteen years old.
At this time, she had not yet met Su Huan, and the Nian family was still loyal and trusted by the emperor. Before any tragedy happened, she had already woken up with memories of her past life.
"Miss Nian, why are you so frivolous?"
"Frivolous?"
In her drunken state, Nian Xue held his right hand with her left hand, and there was a burning warmth from where the palms of her hands were touching, causing her to gently knead it.
"Young master, don't you like it?"
Before she finished speaking, she threw away the wine cup and put her right hand around the man's thin waist.
"In ancient times, the king of Chu had a thin waist, but now the snow has a thin waist."
[Mr. Ye, my little girl Xiao has missed you for a long time.
After rebirth, grudges must be cleared and pure love must be tasted. In this life, she can no longer wrong herself.
Motto: Life is perishable