"Safety and danger come to each other, and fortune and misfortune depend on each other; everyone has his own destiny, and his destiny is determined."
In one word, Chunyang has been fascinated by this person for I don't know how many years.
A gust of wind blew by, swaying her flamboyant pink hairband, the little bell on the tail rang briskly, her cheeks were reddish, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, and there was still a thin layer of liqueur on her crimson lips. She tilted her body and leaned against the jade pillar in an awkward manner. She slowly raised her hand, arched her fingers, and poked the chest of the man in front of her who was very different from her, gentle and handsome.
"Do you... Have a woman you admire?" The tone was full of frivolity.
The "handsome man" was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, his eyes quickly turned around in his eyes, he smiled faintly, his eyes were dark, and he answered in a calm voice.
"I guess... Yes..."
When the man in Hanyuan Palace, dressed in dark green, saw this scene, he unconsciously tightened the book in his hand, unwilling to read any more.
Concept: misplaced love