Zhang Ailing said: Maybe every man has had two women like this.
At least two.
Married to a red rose, over time,
The red one has become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one is still the bright moonlight in front of the bed;
Married to a white rose, the white is just a grain of rice stained on the clothes,
The red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart.
So, Mu Sheng, am I your white rose or red rose?
In the end, you abandoned me,
Wait, Mu Sheng, I won't let the Jun family get your heart.
Wait, Qiluo, I won't let your wishes come true!
Conception:
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