The breeze blew the corners of his gold-edged and dark-edged clothes, and his randomly tied hair fell loosely on his face. He still had the same graceful appearance as when we first saw him, with clear and far-sighted eyebrows. He seemed not to care about anything. He just smiled leisurely, twirling the black chess piece in his hand, and settled down calmly.
Ji Chen swore that if God could be merciful and give her another chance, she would never touch that pot of Pingshui ballads. In short, this is a tragedy caused by Ping Shui Yao. You evildoers will retreat quickly!
If we just meet each other by chance, we can live freely in heaven and earth. Why bother picking red beans and boiling them until we miss each other? If we sow them, we will never be able to survive again.