On the top of Cangshan Mountain, he held flowers and smiled, untainted by dust.
She also melted into that warm and sunny smile.
The hand of fate turns the clouds and rain, and in an instant, the sea changes.
Falling into the dirt, being crushed, even the bitterness of stumbling has to be swallowed alone...
Mask, betrayal, conspiracy, gun smoke, battlefield
The storm is coming, chop the thorns and thorns
The smoke and flames of war in troubled times sharpen the original faith
Even if my beauty turns to bones, I will have no regrets