The door opened slowly, like the sound of the gears of fate twisting.
Through the gap between the doors, I can see that the charming atmosphere of the room remains in the spacious Liuguang Hall.
That man who is as charming as spring water and full of passion is Jiang Yue, no, it should be said to be Jiang Yue.
There are infinite painting hands in the world, but a sad picture cannot be painted.
Conception: