He is like ice. I don't know the world's love and infatuation, let alone the suffering of the world. Does a person named Fusheng deserve to be alone all his life and doomed to be miserable for the rest of his life?
I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper. He is turned into stone, has no heart, and does not know what heartache is.
When they first met, he was dressed in white clothes, with a silver-haired shawl and a jade flute in his belt. He was confused and confused: "The ants in the world are hypocritical and changeable. Are they really worthy of your obsession?"
Later, after experiencing the world, he himself was addicted and couldn't extricate himself... He couldn't love, couldn't let go, and hated to leave.
PS: Jinjiang first release
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