The sky is green, and the boat on the embankment is not tied up.
There is a wet and fragrant smell in the air.
From this bank, go west along the waterway for a moment, and you will arrive in Jingluo.
This is the season when flowers bloom. Some people say that she can hear the sound of flowers blooming. Do you believe it?
An azure skirt, a garnet red train, and a waterfall of black hair, gently bunched up, as if the years on her head were tied up.
What's rare is that she rarely looks at the flowers blooming carefully.
She originally had a wild and unrestrained nature, and it was rare to be so innocent and pure.
The children of Jingluo covet their good years and have always had dreams about men and women. She smiles sarcastically, laughing at the children from high families who have laughed and cursed and lamented in front of her over the years. She has long been tired of seeing these living beings.
A quarter of an hour came and Jing Luo was already in front of him.
Conception: