That year the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and they were blown by the wind and falling.
The young man sat on the threshold, leaning against the old wooden door and snoring.
Gu Jiu once asked Lu Qian, what would he do if he left and never came back?
Lu Qian said that he had a long life. If Gu Jiuruo left and never came back, he would wait with the wooden door and the peach blossoms. Maybe he would come back when the wooden door rotted and the peach blossoms fell.
The human face and the peach blossoms set off each other, looking forward to the brilliance.
Gu Jiu smiled and said, that's not bad.
Lu Qian brushed the petals off his head for him and carefully kissed his water-stained face.
As you said, this is the best destination for me.
Things to note
●Unlucky heartthrob attacked by crazy man
●Being is bent
●Don't believe the copywriting…(눈_눈)