It's a pity that that year I was the hibiscus in Yichen's palm, the cinnabar in the heart between the jade eyebrows, the fragrant and sparse shadows on the fingertips of Wuhu, the white neon baby in Qi Chen's eyes, and the hairpin of a lady on Rong Jiu's umbrella.
This gorgeous banquet, which is changing in an instant, can't be a feast without me.
Looking back a hundred years ago, I woke up with a sudden surprise, a tiny grain of dust, the old friends have not met each other after all.
Just sigh, don't renovate the song when you leave, for a song can teach you how to break your heart.
Just sigh, why bother to make an appointment with me at Qinlou.