——"Meng Yulan, I order you, get out of here!" My eyes became blurry and tears flowed down uncontrollably. I won't leave. If I don't leave, you will be hurt. ． ． I won't leave!
——"I am indeed guarding this hour..." Xiao Juechen, dressed in white, looked at the bright moonlight in the night sky, with a smile on her lips and the most perfect arc, "I want to eat the food you cooked yourself."
——You can run away, but don't let me see you again in this life! Otherwise, you will have no room to escape!
Under the flower tree. ． ． The slender fingers are playing the piano, the gauze is floating, and the fairy music smiles and asks if I can live my life. In this mortal life, there are grievances and grievances, regardless of identity and background, bloody killings. ． ． In this life. ． ． Only for you to rise and fall. ． ．