Xiao Si pities you,
Farewell should be lonely.
The west wind is evil,
The sunset blows the trumpet,
A burst of locust flowers fell.
Ah Xuan, I finally kept what you wanted for you. ——Rong Pei
Pei, the wind from the border seems to be blowing to the capital. When is the return date? ——Gao Wenxuan
Your Highness, do you still remember the promise made during the Mid-Autumn Festival that year? ——Sun Fan
Afan, the moon is full again. ——Gao Chuqi
I had prepared that bright red wedding dress long ago, and my destiny in this life had been decided long ago. ——Gao Chen
Intention: