A little girl was born in the *** family. The elders of this family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, secretly planned the girl's fate.
A few years later, a young woman with a gorgeous and calm temperament stood in the sight of everyone, and the wheel of secrets that had been hidden for many years slowly turned with her appearance.
Countless people plundered and killed each other. The solemn beacon smoke echoed for hundreds of years. If you don't see it, no one has collected the bones of the past in Qinghai. New ghosts are annoyed and old ghosts are crying, and the sky is wet with rain and chirping.
When the bitterness of life occupies too much and peace must go to war, one must return the favor in the same way as the other person. Even if it is not fatal, the person must know his regrets.