When he was still Yuebai, or earlier, he was just
The traffickers sold him into a red building, a poor boy who didn't even have a name.
Uncle Mo Xuanqing grabbed his pigtail and said, Hey, stop crying.
, I will protect you from now on.
When he was named Red Mansion, he became famous all over the world. Mo Xuanqing pinched him
His chin said with an indifferent expression, since you like selling so much, just
Serve me first.
The years have been full of regrets, and the fleeting years have been full of mistakes. Where will the old friend know?
One thought lasts long and one thought is painful, so why complain to Sizhu.
The past life has been idle, the reincarnation has been gone, and the three thousand worlds of mortals have been crossed.
One song is often separated, the other is on a different path, and suddenly no one cares about each other.
The moon in the red building is white, there are red and black, after all, I didn't keep you,
Or you don't belong to me at all.
(This copywriting is basically just for the purpose of making it up casually to deceive people.
Of. - -,)