The two women in his life have left.
No matter who he promised, he never fulfilled it.
Maybe, a person should only love one person in his whole life. He murmured.
He often sat by the Yaoxian River, leaning against the phoenix tree, and got very drunk. Only when he was drunk could he blur his memory and let the tears of regret flow freely.
Yaoxi, Yao, premature love.
He longed to meet them again, that beautiful face and that charming face. No matter who it was, he owed too much, and he could not repay it even if he spent his entire life. However, they will never appear in his reincarnation again.
He could not be saved, he could only perish, sinking in the quagmire of fate.
The flowers are falling, the water is red, I have all kinds of sorrows, I have no words to complain about the east wind.
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