Bean green porcelain bowl with cold ice cream, this purple imperial city holds a square of summer light.
Song Lingwei's lotus-colored lips were pressed against the cracked porcelain bowl, her smile was warm and soft. She married a husband who was the envy of the world, but she felt that the rest of her life was withered.
The young master who died in the shocking incident in the imperial city was like a pure white silk cocoon, wrapping her life up and never turning into a butterfly.
I will give you all the friendship that the world has never given you. Why do you never look at Wei Yuns behind you?