But you are still a monster after all. When I first met him, he was a tragic and heroic soul. When we met again, he was already a graceful and elegant scholar.
It's just that her petals that have fallen to the ground are blown away gently in the spring breeze, passing over the branches in the mountains, like a light and shallow smile. They all have a natural attachment to water.
Forgetting the Buddha's advice, she transformed into a woman alone. Her pale pink attire was not as charming as the thousand-year-old peach blossom on the top of the mountain, but she still had handsome features and a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Conception: