A pot of Tianchi tea brings out the love and hatred in the world, an oil-paper umbrella holds up the sky of all things in the world, a pair of ice-blue eyes can see through the depth of sadomasochism in the world, and a head of silver-white hair is the last belief in his heart.
He is a descendant of the Dragon Clan, Yin Mo. He is also the god that Elvis Presley hates the most.
He is Elvis Presley, Bai Jun. His temperament is like the thin clouds in the sky, light and tepid.
Playing a piece of "Three Plum Blossoms", a continuous rain dilutes the hatred three hundred years ago, and a meager love is unforgettable.
He is the prince, a mortal who contains the soul in his body, and he is also Bai Jun's favorite person.
He said, "Have we met somewhere?"
He smiled faintly and said nothing.
The smell of violet was the same three hundred years ago.