The corridor is full of lovesickness, and the setting moon becomes a solitary lean.
The light behind the moon and the shadow of the flowers are already traces of ten years and ten years of heart.
In the nine-year script, only an inch of my heart was given to my second brother.
Some people say that Cun Xin grows up in a thousand years of marriage. If she had had the awareness to say goodbye to Xihai, she and her second brother would have been happy.
I prefer another view. An inch of heart is always that inch of heart, that inch of heart is given to Yang Jian, the princess who can even ignore herself for Yang Jian.
I have always envied and admired this woman. Only those who have been pampered since childhood can be so proud and wanton, and have the courage to fly into the flames and risk their own lives.
Yang Jian, if I could give you a heart that has the world in mind and all the creatures in the world in your heart, would you be satisfied? [Yes, in the early stage of this article, I took away Cun Xin's crazy and slightly abused my second brother. But the ending must be he]