The fairy chariot is stationed in Qixiang, and the phoenix rides out of the sky. There is a slight fire in the moon seal, and the fragrance of lilies is blown by the wind. When I come to enjoy, I smile cleverly, but when I return, my clothes are stained with tears.
The city is beautiful in a long time, and the clouds are in the blink of an eye.
A flower demon transforms into a fairy, sometimes naughty, sometimes sad, loves to fight injustice, but always does not help. Busy, help, and meet the male protagonist.
Loved, hurt.
One thought becomes a devil, one thought becomes a Buddha.
Yun Shang: Liluo, what do you mean by love?
Liluo: Love is attachment and tenderness...
Yun Shang: What about your love and mine? Are they always hurting each other, or...
Yun Shang: Liluo, I miss you... Love you... Miss you
Liluo: Me too...
Sisters all say that loving someone is a disease, it will make you unable to control yourself.
I was still young and innocent at the time, and I only knew that being a carefree and happy little demon behind Empress Xiwu and my sisters was the happiest thing.
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