Life is like a dream.
When Nan Chao woke up from his dream, he paid this attention.
The red clothes are stained with blood, but please come in pairs.
When the sycamore trees fall, I wish the phoenix could live there.
One flower, one tree, one life, one dream.
No matter how many flowers bloomed all over the world, they could not compare to the last look Lin Xiaoran gave Fu Cai with his warm eyes.