I have walked Huangquan Road, stepped on Naihe Bridge, seen Wangxiang Terrace, drank Meng Po Soup, and remembered Sansheng Stone. After all, I will never forget him.
"Madam, if I had three heads and six arms, I would first give them to you to be your nine immortal lives." "I don't want it, I don't want to become a cat."
The ink-colored memories are exaggerated, and for a moment, people fall into a trough and cannot struggle to get out. Looking back on the scenes of the past life, they finally shed tears on Bai Shang, and all love and hate turned into one sentence.
"... I once loved him." The drizzle continued like water, turning into reluctance. Everything was blurred, leaving only the bright smiling face weeping alone. When they saw each other again, the blood-stained red lotus looked down and saw who was stroking the fan beside the bridge and said softly: "Madam."