The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow lasts for a long time. Wherever the wind blows, thousands of miles of red falls like rain.
Su Chi stood with a smile on his face, his eyebrows were picturesque, his posture was elegant, and his eyes were gentle, like lotus flowers in late summer, with a hint of complexity and persistence.
"Zixi, do you have feelings for me?"
At that time, they were wearing bright clothes and angry horses, and they were young and romantic.
At that time they burned incense and cooked wine, and got drunk together under the shade of the moonlight and flowers.
At that time, they believed that even if the world changed, their everlasting commitment would not change.
At that moment, the old prime minister finally burst into tears.
It turns out that being friends with Huang Quan is just an unattainable expectation.