One dream of yellow beams, three lives of pagodas.
Thousands of causes produce one fruit, whether it is bitter or not.
Cause and effect in three lives, the cycle is not lost.
How could she understand?
Shh.
It cannot be said, it cannot be said. To say too much is a mistake, to say too much is calamity.
In that life, she met him for the first time in a small lotus pond in the Yellow River Palace. The white lotus is like snow, and the green leaves are floating, clean and quiet. The appearance can change, but sometimes it is a wound that cannot be healed. It hurts so much that one cannot forget the grudges of the past life, but forgets the first meeting in the lotus pond, and forgets the young man in white clothes in front of the lotus pond. The copywriting abolishes plagiarism and opposes the Soviet Union and pays tribute to many "great writers" at the same time. Every sentence is bloody, every paragraph is honed, and every chapter contains hatred (bushi)●▽●Please be merciful when reporting