How can the swan geese fly south again? The time is easy to spend with frost on the temples.
Late in the evening, the remaining makeup is covered with makeup, and the night rain almost wets the building. You said it was a three-life stone, and the sound in front of it was an oath for life and death. To put it bluntly, it was just a few bowls of soup at the end of the bridge that were turbid, hurt, and burned.
Do you still remember the young man's heartbeat at that time and how he is now a stranger; the upsetting high priest, the demon sword with a face like Guanyin, who's soul was buried across the mountain; what life and death love and hatred the scholar with the master's hand went through to become the poisonous scholar he is today...