Not finished.
Three pillars of agarwood are lit and surrounded by lingering fragrance. Here is a story:
When she meets her, the fate of the corner and the heart of the corner are happy, sad, and deplorable?
Among the crowd, there is always one person who will make you stunned when you meet on the street corner... This person is neither far nor near, neither late nor late, one day, one year, one life...
Intention: