The Dead Ghost of Pi Sima of the Three Kingdoms

The Luoshui River has been lingering for thousands of years, and there are endless songs of sorrow. She felt Cao Er's hand caressing her temples, and then warm breath blew into her ears: "My Zhongda is so beautiful." The sunlight shines impartially on the eyelashes that tremble slightly because of the whisper. Really, the years are quiet and peaceful, and there is no other person left. No matter how undesirable the outcome will be in the future, no matter how costly it is to strive for success in troubled times, it can destroy people's hearts. At least at the moment, there is no such thing as the right and wrong of the monarchs and ministers in the court. Some. It's just two hearts that are close to each other.