Cold Food

The young lady of the Jiang family is afraid that she will leave the government. I never ask to be the only one in his heart, I don't ask for more, I just want and hope that when I encounter some difficulties and obstacles, I won't be the first burden to be abandoned by him. But in the end, I was still the first one he gave up, still. The most tiring thing in the world is the love of a lover and a concubine, isn't it? It's much easier to get something with a clearly marked price. It's just a joke, who can't do it? The carvings pierce into the palm of my hand, causing pain, but every time I think of it, this pain is the only one that can be remembered. It seems that only this pain can be engraved into my bones, and there are countless other tender and warm words. From now on, I am Mrs. Wu, without my sleeves, but still living my life one after another. The pearl was originally cold to the touch, and all the warmth was given by the hand holding it. Now that the person holding it has taken away his hand, it should have been cold. Uncle, if I say this, will she understand? Then a person is just a person who changes his mind early or changes his mind late. After all, it will not last long. Xiyuan cherishes the fate. I originally thought that I cherished the rare fate, but I never knew that it was a rare fate and a rare fate. I suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when I was only sixteen years old, I went to the street to watch the excitement without telling my parents. I saw that man walking out of Qianmei Tower, wearing a long white gown. In an instant, I was obsessed with it. The spring clothes are almost out of people's dreams, and the moon stumbles on the west tower, still dreaming of autumn for half a lifetime. What I actually want to write about is the supporting characters.