The tides come and go, the sun and the moon alternate; the mist fades slightly, and the lost turtles are kind. Meeting is not the starting point, and separation is not the end. Fifty years ago, the place where the plane crashed hid some unknown secrets; twenty years ago, a baby appeared out of thin air and slept peacefully with a jade in its mouth, starting a chess game that had been planned for a long time. The utmost love and sincerity, treating each other wholeheartedly, but in exchange for secret surveillance and orders to kill, they turned against each other! Every step of the way, they are scheming, shuttling between trust and suspicion, who can guard the empty door behind them? Undercurrents are surging everywhere, and when you meet between layout and puzzle solving, do the old friends in front of you really treat each other? Wen Wan: "Just because it's you, I believe it." Even if he is attacked by swords and axes, or sharp arrows pierce his heart, he will never take a step back. Chu Han: "The only thing we met and knew each other was not by design, it was just from the heart." It was not planned, but it was reasonable. #Favorite_1{color:#DC143C; font-weight: bold; border-style: double;}My little nest Luo Yu Qinghong Welcome to click to collect
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