"The pulse is shining brightly at the beginning, but it is not as good as it is. I am writing to send the book at that time, but the beauty is gone. The ring is cold, the twins are lonely, and the heart can't be relieved. The soul has never come back several times, and the lovesickness has been gone for a long time." "Shao Shang, if you don't come back, I really want to do something to see if you are really so cruel that you can't even enter my dreams... If you don't come back, maybe the longing for the lovesickness is gone..." The blue shirt was flying, and the setting sun coated the blue shirt with a layer of blood red, making the young man's face even whiter. Under the setting sun, a green-white hand held a white jade cup. The young man's lips were very light in color, with some wine stains hanging on his lips. When he raised his head, the cup of fine wine went into his throat. There was light shining in front of his eyes, and he felt slightly dizzy. The young man dressed in white had some handsome eyebrows, resolute eyes, and pursed lips tightly, as if he was trying his best to endure something. He looked at the young man in green shirt with his back turned to him with calm eyes, his steps were light and slow. "Xichao, I'm back..."