"Blood will look like a rose when it falls on the snow. Unfortunately, you can't see it. By then it will be too late." Mingcheng conjured a rose from behind Minglou, "Look, this is wedding paper. What you said and what I said are the same thing."
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It's been 6012 years, and he's still stuck in Lou Cheng's pit and can't get out. No matter how you look at it, he's an immortal.
Writing about relationships is already difficult, but writing about men and women is really even harder.
Clear water direction.
Purpose: Cherish peace