She was an actress, a woman who was humble enough to be in the dust, but she was favored by him. This happiness was like an illusory flower. Is it a blessing or a misfortune?
She is his childhood sweetheart, cute and unruly, willing to follow him in heaven and earth. It's just the accumulation of time. Is it true that the love is so deep that we will never be apart until we grow old?
She is his first wife, but she cannot get his complete love. When hatred fills the air, how should she deal with it?
He is the proud son of heaven and the envy of the world. It's just that he doesn't understand why they are so sad...
It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, but they are all abandoned in ruins.
Good times and beautiful scenery are in the sky, and whose home is the pleasure!
Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, clouds and green pavilions. Raindrops and wind, smoke and waves painting boats - Jinping people look at this time so cheaply!
(Heart-crushing article, fake pit, the author is trying a new genre, please enter with caution)