Standing alone in the Tang Palace, his writing is astounding. When you tell me, please give me cloud clothes.
Hehuanhejiu, I only wish to stay for a long time. Play the drum, harp, and sheng, and lighten the Luo Shang.
The tenderness behind the conspiracy, the paleness behind the ruthlessness. The rewriting of fate composes the journey of Tang Palace.
They are obviously right next to each other, but they are thousands of years apart. They can never touch each other's clothes or catch each other's hands.
Is this reincarnation just for you? A female high school student in the 21st century traveled to the Tang Dynasty by accident and started a totem with them. Please treasure their sorrow, their love and hate. The spitting pearls punctuate the lake light, the ever-changing clouds are like a single word of writing.
Shi: "Why didn't you hold my hand in the first place?"
Ren Yushang said intermittently. At this time, she was already very angry, as if she would die in the next second: "Because," she paused, "I don't want the blood on my hands to stain your hands." She took a breath, "At that time, you should not have a single flaw in your perfection."