Red cinnabar, Zhuo Fenghua, alluring face, Yi Jia Jia
The peach blossoms are gone, turn around, messy red lines
The smoke of the beacon was rising, and the sound of swords and halberds was hoarse. Heroes from all over the country drew their swords one after another, established their own businesses or joined the martial arts. In the end, the world was divided into three parts. Who wins the world, who returns home with a beautiful woman, and who lives a life of confusion. The love, hatred, and bloodshed in this process may have already become a mess in their lives and cannot be distinguished.
He heard her say, Mu Yan. In fact, you shouldn't have chosen me in the first place.
For the first time, he understood what it felt like to be afraid. Looking at the people around him, he remembered a sentence in a play he had watched when he was a child - love does not know where it starts, but it goes deeper. He thought that this was probably the case for him. Before meeting her, everyone, including himself, thought he was a heartless person, but it wasn't until he met her that he felt that he was not a heartless person. It turns out that as long as you meet the right person, you can drink three thousand pieces of water, and if you only drink one scoop, you can love her until death.
Without love, there is no worry; without love, there is no fear; if you are separated from the one you love, there is no worry, no fear.
The world of mortals is rolling, love and hate are rolling, just follow your heart.
He opened his mouth and said: "I would like to turn into a wisp of fragrance and leave a piece of pure land for you in this world."
There is love but no hope.
To her, looking back, it suddenly seemed like a dream; to him, looking back, his heart was still the same.
Sealed with snow.
The mountains are long and the rivers are wide, where do you know me?