The seeds of the mandrake were planted long ago, waiting only for the flower to bloom.
Snow fell in great white flurries. In red robes, he stood crimson as blood against the clouds of white.
He gave a bewitching smile and turned to leave.
In flowing white robes, she was as flawless as a snow lotus blending into the Tianshan Mountains. The blood on her left chest had not yet dried.
The smile at the corner of her lips seemed never to have faded.
She stood frozen.
Then slowly, she fell.
The cursed flower of love, a hopeless love.
PS: Updates are irregular, but I will never abandon this story!
Relative. . . . It hasn't been updated yet. . . . Draw circles in the corners. . .
Luo Shan is a plain man and a plain woman. . .
I came to see the yard, but why didn't you write Ni? Looking forward to this article. To be honest, I almost want to smoke Nai and leave...
The copywriting is very good and makes people want to read it. By the way, the yard, I thought of a title for the book, do you think it would work: There is no harm when the flowers fall, there is no sorrow when the flowers fall. I'm leaning toward the second one, what do you think?
Speechless... Drifting by...
It's very good... Gorgeous, gorgeous But, um, can you write it more fully...
The writing is great. It would be better if the plot and scene transitions were smoother.
Great writing Looking forward to updates
The writing is good, but the title of the article... I suggest you change it quickly.
Ape dung, ape dung~~~, scatter flowers first