Ziwei glanced at Wannian on the stage and thought it was a blessing from God. Even though she knew it was not destined, she always believed that her efforts would eventually be rewarded. The cold tip of the knife was drawn towards the heart, not feeling any pain, but a hint of sweetness. Haha, no one can blame the current disaster, this is all a fate that was forced upon me.
With just one glance, I felt that the sky was full of datura flowers, and the vast tracts of red were unforgettable in my life.
The aroma of ten miles of wine drifted past the tip of my nose. I didn't know if it was a dream or a play. I couldn't remember it at first. I just remembered that I didn't want to wake up.
It would be great if I could get away from being drunk from now on. Unfortunately, no matter how fragrant the wine was, how could it be done without her hand.