He asked him: How long have you waited?
He answered: Five hundred years.
Five hundred years are enough for several dynasties to change in the world, and nine reincarnations for ordinary mortals. He quietly watched day after day in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, waiting for his lover to return with a paper umbrella.
He was about to cry, but he smiled: I've been waiting.
It's not that I'm not sad, it's not that I don't miss you.
It's just that we can't be sad to see each other for a long time.
Tomb Robbers Notes is a fan of Pingxie, original and ancient style.
The main drama is slow, with some abuse in the middle, HE, the only one with bottle evil
I want to write a story about deep love and no regrets. I love you and do things for you without letting you know.