We meet temporarily in front of flowers and under the moon, but we are restrained by bitterness and hatred.
How much more sobering up from drinking and dreaming? The moon is hazy before the flowers.
The flowers are endless. The moon is infinite, the two hearts are the same.
At this time, the original work is full of thousands of willow threads, stumbling like the spring breeze.
What kind of strange things will she encounter when she travels to Ling Country due to a plane crash? Will she and him be together?
I changed my pen name again, from Xinyue Xilu to Wen Jiaruohan and now to Yuexue Hanyou. I probably won't change it again in the future. I have an exam recently and am quite busy. Updates will be very slow. Please forgive me.