Xiaoqing dreams, the fragrance of crape myrtle, the oath is silent, the romance tells each other. Wherever the love stays, there are thousands of threads but nowhere to be found. Wherever the intention goes, the lotus root of the road will meet even if the threads are broken.
Smiling gracefully, dancing gracefully, suddenly looking back and wondering where the people in the past were. When I'm dreaming, I hope to turn the tide without regrets. In the end, I don't know how many flowers have fallen in the dream.
Many years ago, Wan Qing once believed in everything. Although she lived in the best village in the world, she was indifferent to the world. Even though there were huge secrets hidden in her body and mind, she remained calm.
Such peaceful and peaceful days, too fast or too slow, have passed quietly and can only be missed.
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