Originally, my mother-in-law passed away and went to the Central Plains to find her only relative in the world, but she encountered a disaster that she could not survive in this life. She only wanted to be ordinary and safe, but he was ambitious and full of ambitions. He was fighting for the throne, protected by his family, accompanied by friends, exploited behind the scenes, and hurt again and again. Is it more important for the country or the beauty alone?
You once said that you would wait for someone to return with your red makeup, but in the end I realized that the next sentence was actually empty and left the beauty slowly haggard. No matter what, the prosperity of this life is just the flying sand in the painting, like a dream, and ethereal.