When the beauty was there, the house was filled with flowers, and the fragrance has lingered for three years now. ． ． ． ． ．
A ray of soul-reviving fragrance, when she woke up, she became the beauty of the subjugated country.
Talents and beauties, fireworks in the streets, everyone calls Ruan Lang.
He only smiled and said nothing, turning all the romance into wine in the cup. ． ． ． ．
A sudden glimpse, twenty years in and out of dreams. When we meet again, the peach blossoms have fallen and the beauty is still young.
"Su Li, Su Li... It turns out that even if we trace back to our origins, you and I still can't escape the word "Li"."
Spring is not over in the south of the Yangtze River, and the spring flowers are blooming. Yingying smiled, everything was in vain, please listen to "The Soul-Returning Fragrance".