Overnight, everything was destroyed.
He came like a burning fire stepping on the moon, giving her warmth.
He saved people, and she was moved.
She stood by his side and repaid him with her extraordinary years and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. I personally believe that no one in the world is qualified to stand side by side with him except myself.
Years later, when she turned around from the story, she suddenly realized. She is a flower in the mist, drawing hope from the haze; Kemubai is the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, and the snow has the purpose of snow.
She will forget those mountains and rivers, beauties and fine wines, grudges and love, and will also forget that absurd Huangliang dream. The heart is dead and it goes back on its own, determined and sad.
If she were willing to look back, she would definitely be happy. The white snow had melted long ago, and she would be regarded as a treasure in her heart.
Pre-receipt of the new article from the next issue, please add it to your collection "Sir, don't disturb my autopsy"
Li Zhaoxue, a gold-medal author, has worked in the Yamen for five years, and everyone from top to bottom would not praise her for her superb professional abilities.
On this day, the yamen had a new official, who would quarrel with others whenever he disagreed.
"What kind of autopsy does a woman know? Change her!"
Later, a subordinate looked sad and reported: Sir, the headless female corpse is very troublesome, and our yamen office cannot examine it.
Gu Jinchao: Why should I worry about such a trivial matter? Go and invite Miss Li!
Subordinate: "..."
Sir, I just want to ask you if it hurts to be slapped in the face?
Gu Jinchao: Don't ask, it's really delicious if you ask.
"Little Theater"
Gu Jinchao: Girl, I have a lifelong event that I want to talk to you about...
Li Zhaoxue: Sir, please don't disturb my autopsy.
Intention: Lovers will eventually get married