The beauty of a life, years spent in vain, a touch of beauty, was left on that day.
The vitality of youth, devoured by years, leaves behind a wisp of fragrance that drifts away with the wind.
Lingchi's beauty, only the mask of the devil, the life of reincarnation, there is no right or wrong.
Jade Broken Palace Qing, may your sky always be blue without a trace of impurities, I...