It is not like a brocade bag to collect beautiful bones, but a handful of pure soil to cover up the wind.
After brushing off the fame, it will eventually disappear under the sharp edge of history, and disappear under the denunciation of great men.
I indulge you in all kinds of ways.
Half-hearted.
All turned into a rain and washed clean.
"Remember, my name is Jing Huaizhi."
"You are like Beichen, your eyes are shining calmly."
"Zhou is passionate and does not hesitate to take his own life. He dares to do things through fire and water that only a good man would not dare to do."
"Xin Yi, waiting for you."
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