Before Qin Lanqing had time to speak, he saw a person walking out of the private room door. He was wearing a high crown and a Taoist robe. There was a cinnabar between his eyebrows, like an immortal falling from the mortal world, piercing into his heart. When he looked over here, Qin Lanqing realized that he was blind, but his eyes looked like ink that could not be opened, which was frightening to see. He laughed, crushing the dim lights of the flower house in his smile, raising his hand and bowing in Qin Lanqing's direction, his fingers slender. Qin Lanqing had no time to think of hundreds of thoughts. He only heard a loud bang and his name was the only thing in his ears. "Poor Li Binwei, I'm so lucky to meet Mr."
Two people wrote the article together, and a group of people discussed the settings with each other. All the names that appeared in the article came from relatives and friends.
