Like mist and rain, it falls all over the imperial capital. However, a white umbrella and a silhouette made him stop abruptly. From then on, it was like a thread wrapped around my heart, which kept being cut and kept in chaos.
From acquaintance, acquaintance to falling in love, it is just a matter of fireworks. It's just that I was born before you were born, and I was old before you were old, she thought. The light outside the window broke into gentleness, and where the water shimmered, there was the indifferent eyes of the young man, as if a big stone was weighing on his heart.
The prosperous years passed slowly for ten years.
Vigorous love is always a sacrifice in this era.
It's not that we can't love each other, it's that we can't love each other.
The heartbeat of passing by, the persistence of looking at each other from afar, the lingering reluctance, and the lingering tenderness.
After the misty rain, will anyone still remember the grand fireworks?
Fireworks Qingcheng, mirage.