A dream lasted for hundreds of years, and time passed by like a fleeting horse, and in the blink of an eye another hundred years passed. Gratitude, resentment, wrong, right, right, in the end, they will not be able to withstand the silence of time and the passage of water without trace. Pulling a string of lovesickness, placing a fortune, the love is shallow.
How sad are you today? However, nothing can be said about anyone.
"There are some things I want to tell you. Those grievances, right and wrong, were eventually worn away by the endless time. I regret it, but... You are no longer here..."
Carrying a pot of wine, Meng Qing stood in front of the grave and said loudly: "This first cup is for Su Wang. I have failed him in this life. This second cup is for Ruomengfusheng. I have failed him and I have failed you. This third cup, even if we drank the glass of wine..."
If you have wine as a combination, it will be unspeakably miserable.