The tears that gently slide down my face tell the story of a fate that was as brief and bright as a broken plum blossom in my previous life, and the tear stains left behind are proof that I once loved you...
The tears dripping down your wrist depict the time spent together in this life, and the teardrop transformed on the face is the witness of our reunion...
A modern girl
A tearful mole of three lifetimes of marriage
She returned to the Kangxi Dynasty
A Qing prince
A childhood piano and flute ensemble
He vowed to only marry her in this life
A duet with you all my life
The second generation will advance and retreat with you
I'll be with you forever
This article is purely personal graffiti
Same background, different life "Dead Heart"