Life is like a dream, how much joy is there?
A troubled time, a choice, the golden years of youth have turned into the slaves of time, and they are all mixed up, whether it is a dream in a yellow beam, or a cicada in the running water, things have changed and people have changed.
"If you insist on doing this, then the old friendship will be turned into the sleeves of this robe, and you and I will have nothing to do with each other from now on!"
"Xiaoyue, would you like to accompany me to Shangjun?" He brushed the dust off the woman's armor in front of him, leaned towards her ear, and whispered softly.
"Qin Yue... Qin Yue!"
"If you remain innocent for the rest of your life, I am willing to remain a wicked person for you for the rest of your life..."
Like whispering or talking in sleep, bright red slowly dripped from the palm of my hand.