Bit by bit Basho was heartbroken, and the voice reminded her of the past. When I want to sleep, I still display old books. Yuanyang's small characters are still written with a rusty hand.
Tired eyes are blurred for a moment, half blurry when looking again. There is a solitary lamp in the cold rain in the secluded window. After all the materials and love are exhausted, is there still love but no love?
We had a personal appointment last night, and Yan Chengyu missed the third update. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's late at night and people are still awake, and mice are watching the lamps.
It turned out that Qu Tang was blocked by the wind and wrongly taught people to hate ruthlessness. There was silence outside the small corridor. Several times when the intestines are broken, the wind blows to protect the flower bells.
Conception: