Many years ago, they all liked to embroider the red phoenix blood in the Nuan Pavilion, and the pear vortex suddenly appeared.
Time wasted as the two-axle carriages slowly arrived in front of the mansion one by one. They threw themselves into the arms of their parents and sobbed.
No one knows what is behind the vermilion paint wall, whether it is the infinite scenery with dragon and phoenix embroidery or the misery that cannot be accessed by locking the palace door.
Time and purity are like a clear water flowing along a stream towards the sea.
Let it flow.