The remaining branches on the trees are swaying alone, but the flowers are blooming and withering. The blood is indifferent, and the tears are all in the setting sun.
In the middle of the night, the cup is empty and cold, and the flowers are full of love, which is not a bad luck. Empty thoughts have no cause, just broken jade and flowers falling.
At that young and ignorant age, he and she stared at each other.
But when he should be showing off his clothes and getting angry, there is family feud and grief, which adds to the helplessness and pain.
However, looking back at the past, the flowers have fallen but the love will never die.
From the palace to the world, it is still a matter of love and injury.
When she parted the clouds and mist, all she could see was a long sword like autumn water. Blood-red flowers bloomed on the familiar person's body, hurting someone's eyes and killing someone's heart. But after all, it's like a candle last night, leaving a piece of paper in vain to regret?
Goodbye, does that person still have the love to spend money on her...
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Well... It's actually the story between our beautiful male protagonist and the cold female protagonist...
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