"Tingsan, you also have warm blood, and I want to be good to you." Pu Qifu turned on the lamp and read silently.
Chuan Tingsan lowered his eyelids. Did he seduce her? Or did he destroy her? He didn't know what the so-called face contained, the deepest undercurrent buried in it.
Who chanted: Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely. The black magpie flew south and circled the tree three times, finding a branch to lean on.
Under a jade plum tree in Zhushan Mountain, the wind and clouds are in a trance.
With eyes wide open to the stars, I could only sigh: Alienation is like a daydream? I have no choice but to accompany them and go eastward...