Under the sun, Fu Tianhuang's black hair covered with snowflakes reflected the gentle and soft light, and suddenly his expression could not be seen clearly.
"Zhengyu, go back with Master."
Fang Zhengyu said no more, but his tears fell drop by drop, burning through the snow as thick as a cotton quilt.
My skill in learning opera is increasing day by day, but I have never pretended to you. My blind master... This love is like jade, if it is not complete, it will break.
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