If you are a lady, silk threads and spring buds are exchanged for brocade, it has nothing to do with blood, tears and deep sea feud; if you are a disciple, the cold snow and cold candles purify your worldly desires, why bother to be a worldly disciple and add sorrow; if you are a general, guarding in front of the gate with gold and iron horses, but leaving the old friend behind. In the first half of her life, she could not do anything thoroughly, and she could only carry out her role as a rogue. But as the saying goes, a prodigal son never comes back with gold. Does she really have a chance to "reform"? Where is the real gold that belongs to her?
"Stay within ten steps of me, and don't go far."
"At this time, do I still have to be protected by you?"
"No, you are my backing. We want to get out alive."
"Zhuzi, there are so many good wines in the world. When the time comes, you can drink with me."
"A good time is short of a beautiful woman, and a prodigal son is also lonely."
"Bamboo."
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