Yuhuan Sanlang is finally disappointed, don't go to Xiaoxiang without this.
The two sides of love and hate are like clouds and smoke, are they lingering or determined?
When he held my hand and pierced his chest with the dagger, blood gradually stained his shirt, and tears finally burst onto his chest.
In one's life, one has no choice but to meet a few people he loves most. The light-colored boy in the bamboo forest in the heavy snow. The gentle man in the bright spring. The white clothes floating on the edge of the cliff.
The pure love in our hearts was infected by the wave of lust. We struggled to survive, but we could no longer find the same us, the us who loved each other deeply.
When there is only darkness left in the world, we die together or wake up from a dream
Love or die, my sweetheart, do you have the answer?