Yangliu Yiyi met on the road to Chang'an. The little girl was still young. The beast in her arms scratched people in the palace. She was chased and beaten, and the beast was confiscated. They looked at each other with disgust.
It was raining and snowing, and we met again on the road to Chang'an. The pretty little lady Zilie Ma Yue praised her for narrowly escaping, but the man on the horse directly took her back to the mansion and served her with swords every day.
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Thinking that she has a nest to return to and a branch to perch on, she raises her case and raises her eyebrows.
He had done the most regretful thing, and she had done the stupidest thing.
There is nothing left to abandon in this world of mortals, except him.
The late wind was also strong, and among all the things, the most she could do was to create a sentiment before it became a melody.
