Twelve women named after flowers, twelve irreversible fates.
After all... We met in the wrong time and withered in the best time.
How on earth am I going to write our ending?
How on earth should I describe that encounter?
What should we use to commemorate love?
??
The spring light is faint, the smoke is slowly rising, and the sun is late.
Gradually red enters the peach stream, green returns to the willow street, and the orioles brush their golden clothes.
Wrong.
Competing for friends, annoying beautiful women, and resentment on the eyebrows.
I should chase after the new year, and the rest of the makeup will be the cross branches.
Fangfei.
Who can enjoy traveling together?
Where is the horse flying?
□ If you don't know how to be new, it will offend your stomach and secretly reduce your waist.
Notice.
Sometimes it's cold and sometimes warm, the vermilion lips fade, and it's the time of Begonia again.
I have made an appointment with Yao Huang and Wei Zi, leaving flowers to wait for her return. 111 Magnolia Slow