The dream passed by like a light dust, the lonely rhombus mirror is drunk with beauty. The palace flowers have withered away all the green silk threads, and the beaded dome is empty and weeping rouge tears.
The deep palace is as silent as ice flowing in a cold pool.
He can only use other people's blood to warm his own night.
Inflated ambitions and desire for power have already changed the flower-like appearance beyond recognition.
When you look back, can you still clearly see your original self?
(The update of this article has been suspended because the author has a game that has not yet been completed. Updates will be resumed as soon as possible)
PS: The heroine of this article is not a kind person, dear friends, please bear with it. . Embarrassing. .
Danzhao East Palace