A summary of the truth in one sentence: The male god has thirty-one flowers, uproots them and takes them home →_→
(Male God:...)
Yin Qinghe gently pushed open the door of the practice room and stood quietly without making a sound, staring from afar.
In her eyes, the sun rises and the moon sets, and there are stars in the night.
There are so many dreams that so many people pursue persistently.
It is the eternal light between love and death.
As if sensing the look in her eyes, the person practicing kept moving, but suddenly turned his head and looked at her with a slight smile on his lips.
Yin Qinghe also laughed.
"Are you tired?" She leaned against the door frame, "Want to go home together?"
It is perseverance.
It is time that never grows old.
It is the prime of life.
It's sunny and just right.
Notice! ! ! When I decided to write this, I wanted to open 18 red and blue ones. However, for reasons that everyone knows, as far as Brother Xian is concerned, there are no longer 18 red and blue players. After all, there are some bottom lines that cannot be touched. So it will be red and blue, but not 18 anymore, please note.
Intention: She is the rose that blooms at the apex of the heart and never withers.