The boy who pulled me towards the beautiful mountains back then was so soft and beautiful. At that time, I didn't know that he was a murderous little devil. Yezhuang was still filled with laughter and chatter everywhere.
That year he still had jade hanging around his neck, making him look less evil and more green.
Later, he was not with the little wife he wanted to marry.
He killed his family and he didn't look for him again.
Qingyun Mountain is so cold, and the snow that reaches into the clouds blocks so much love, hatred, and love in the world.
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