Fighting is not just for women, it's for beauty, for power, for supremacy
How many unknown secrets are blocked by layers of high walls?
One at a time
Being used? Or take advantage of others?
The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered, the wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry.
If life is like the first time we met, the deep palace will no longer be filled with resentment
居然还是秋 ，淡淡的忧伤～罗杰内心有些小失落吧，总有自作多情的嫌疑。不过芙蓉这么傲气的姑娘居然把罗杰当宝贝，也挺神奇