Sometimes, the so-called love is just a kind of fanatical paranoia.
Lay a line of dry firewood in your heart, and then encounter the spark that ignites it, and then fall into eternal disaster.
I couldn't help but let it burn even brighter, throw my life in as fuel, and smile as the flames were extinguished.
Trading pain for warmth.
The long road to Xianyang has nowhere to go.
Afang once mistook that year.
The sound of singing cannot be disturbed, just a branch of plum tree.
The curtain of the Three Qin Dynasty was shockingly revealed, and the monarch was always there.
The raging waves surged the mountains and rivers.
It's not too late for the geese to leave and the autumn wind is coming, so I can take a leisurely stroll.
[This article has a plot with multiple attacks, and the character setting is OOC, please proceed with caution, girls~]