Life in troubled times is so despicable.
If you have someone who truly accompanies you, this life will be a long journey, a life-and-death chess game, and all the hardships will be worthless.
Seeing the dream city for the first time, accompanied by spiritual mountains, life is like a floating lantern, because your heart is burning.
Cangshui is bright and dark, beautiful jade is gentle, this feeling is like hair, tied tightly.
Misty flames, red ice beside the pillow, dreams of death and drunkenness, nightmares that turn into demons.
At dawn in the white morning, the light reflects the jade, and my palms itch, and my heart burns.
The candle flame should be bright, but the ripples are no longer bright. Promises turn into worries, and the cause and effect are hard to describe.
The smoke is disappearing, the dust is disappearing, in this troubled world, you are here, I am safe.
(The aristocratic families have promoted a limited number of marriages through endless tossing, with a little abuse and sweetness, a mixture of abuse and sweetness, the protagonist and the supporting characters have almost the same sense of existence, and the conspiracy runs through the whole text... In fact, that's it. The protagonist doesn't do things, the supporting characters do. I am not a person who likes to toss people~.~)
(If there are any shortcomings, please correct me)