"Ling Zihan, I never wanted to hurt you." Her desperate eyes were like broken wings. The sword light was dim, like looking at flowers in the mist.
Loving someone is painful, being loved is also painful. Love or not love cannot be explained in a few words. Maybe you will look back many years later and realize that that person has crawled into your heart early.
The majestic towers of the capital, with thousands of soldiers and horses quiescent, stared blankly at the rumored monster jumping down, like a dancing butterfly.
"Zhanmei, Zhanmei, are you willing to smile for me?" In a daze, the man was still stroking her eyebrows as before, smiling and whispering.