It snowed first that day, and the red plum blossoms were gorgeous.
He was holding an umbrella, and there seemed to be specks of snow on his body.
She stood on a high pavilion, with red plum blossoms flying in the air, and the eldest princess's dress was rolled up with layers of flowers, making her look graceful and green.
Even if it is not a heartbeat, it is still destined to be entangled.
The war drums stopped.
The prosperity has faded away, and the beloved has become a stranger.
He was still in plain clothes, with a big cloak on his body, and his expression was indifferent: "Gu Yun, you have already done what you want."
——Rong Yue, is this what you promised me?
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——I don't want her to feel wronged.