When she was young, she braved the cold winter snow to pick plums with her own hands and gave them to her, promising to stay with her forever.
The past is like smoke, but who would take a childhood joke seriously?
I look forward to your return in the nineteenth year, but fate plays a trick on me, and that man seems to have forgotten the promise he made back then.
A gentleman is like the wind, hiding his sword in the West Lake, a valley of thousands of flowers, where human feelings reside.
Leaving the classics and changing the way is just for one person.
I am willing to protect you with my three-foot green sword forever.
Quq is so annoying! ! Ancient style so like
Will it be the same story as that of Lily Club?