My name is Rusheng, an orphan girl from the Shou Gong Clan. Because he had birthmarks on his arms since he was a child, he was unable to apply the palace sand and was regarded as an alien by the entire clan. Fortunately, he was blessed by his one-eyed mother-in-law and grew up safely. It wasn't until I picked up "him" in the mountains when I was 16 years old that I stepped into the inevitable fate.
"Yan'er, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The yellow spring is blue and falling, but the figure of a man beside the bridge is faintly hidden in the large mansha pearls.
[Sweet article, slightly cruel]