. Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions. Falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind lotus is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose finger. Half a sentence, half a poem about "Die Lian Hua". Half cup of tea, half cup of lake bottom sand. Only slightly cool.
"It doesn't matter if it's a cause or an effect, it's nothing more than that. Now I'll give it back to you."
"Don't even think about it, do you really want to get rid of it?"
"After dawn, it's a new day. Forget me, forget everything, and start again."
"You are so cruel. I have given up on you a long time ago. Now I just want someone to accompany me for a lifetime. And who can do it now?"
She has a peach blossom face, and the ink is fragrant when she writes. Jun Chaoyi, my confidant is already drunk