She raised her face among the basil, with pale skin and clear pupils. At that time, her name was not Diao Chan, and her hands were not stained with blood.
That bouquet of cherry-colored flowers, pinned in the hair and tied to the handle of the gun, is a tender feeling worth counting in troubled times.
There are many separations and separations in the world, but she firmly believes that when the flowers bloom again, people will meet again. Even if it's not as good as before.
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? The official writer was too much of a stream of consciousness, so he used his brain to expand sentences. It's probably a sadistic love triangle story between Diao Chan, Zhao Yun, and Lu Bu.
? It feels like Zhao Yun has become more handsome...
? I really can't come up with a name! Quq
? Bugs are welcome to be pointed out
Intention: fall in love.