The fallen flowers have danced before the wind. Send rain at dusk again. At dawn, the courtyard is half red, with only hairsprings and a clear sky. We work hand in hand with the diligent flowers, and drink more wine in our arms. Beauty does not need to frown, I am also passionate, but I have no choice but to drink late.
Reader comments
I cried. . . My beloved carbon-based little girl. .
It's anti-theft. It's too troublesome to turn pages to leave messages. Just leave it this time. Next time, haha.
It's okay to be stuck, but it would be better if I didn't have a family like this.
I cried. . . My beloved carbon-based little girl. .
It's anti-theft. It's too troublesome to turn pages to leave messages. Just leave it this time. Next time, haha.
It's okay to be stuck, but it would be better if I didn't have a family like this.