All the noble ladies in the capital love the gentleman who is as gentle as jade.
Not comfortable.
She took a liking to Shen Qingke at first glance——
The cold branch that stands at the highest point and is covered with frost and snow.
Everyone advised: "It's too high and can't be broken down."
She breathed into the palm of her hand, raised her head and narrowed her eyes:
"How will you know if you don't try?"
Later, the whole capital saw it——
The cold branch, held in her hand, gave birth to spring.
But no one knows——
When she held him, there was a silver ring engraved with two people's names hidden in his palm.
That was the rest of his life that he failed to send out in his previous life.
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My follow-up novel "Luring Loulan"
Introduction to the work: When we first met, he took half a step back.
She said: "Master, are you afraid of me?"
He replied: "Girl, respect yourself."
Later, he grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall. His breathing was hot, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: "Jialuo, when you provoke me, why don't you say you respect yourself?"
She raised her head, smiled and traced his Adam's apple with her fingertips:
"Mr. Shen, you walked in on your own. The sand in Loulan won't spit out bones when it swallows people."
——But he jumped into it even though he knew it was an abyss.
You can dance to the point of joy, and you can dance to the point of despair.
At the end of the dance, even she couldn't tell whether the tears falling on the drum were calculated tears or true blood.
Intention: the choice not to follow the trend, and the healing power of firm choice.