Spring blooms on the young grass, hazy and drowsy, as if sinking into a jar. Buds tremble and begin to unfurl, while jade treasures arrive at a leisurely pace. Pomegranate fragrance turns piercingly cold, and the Purple Palace in the Ninth Heaven grows drunk.
Heaven and earth are not benevolent; they treat all things like straw dogs. We have never been able to control our own fate, but without the will to rise, even the most vibrant heart cannot escape the fate of rotting in the dust. Only those who refuse to accept their fate can climb to the heights through this muddy, turbid world.
This is my first time writing. I only hope you find it pleasant to read. This novel is undergoing major revisions, and some chapters are locked because they have not yet been revised.
Although the child is cute, how can you coax him, bad silver?
In fact, menstrual period and red date and angelica soup would be better, but the smell is too strong, which is to say clearly, this girl is here
Dear, I am also newly promoted, let's reach the top of the list together!
You've made a new promotion, great, come on! By the way, there is no introduction to the chapter. It looks very untidy. It would be better to revise and improve it.