"I have no choice."
After so many years, Jiang Chengyan's purple eyes are still lonely, looking at Xiaonian.
The wind blows and the dust flies, and the river never returns.
Your silent choice, the so-called protection is not what she wants!
No!
Xiaonian looked at him. The rooftop was barely an inch away from the sky, and beneath his feet was the Linchun River, a thin strip of water.
"No, no, no, no, no... Actually, even if it means death, so what! She is not afraid! She just needs to die by your side!"
Xiaonian cried, his voice rising into the clouds.
"But you are still young..."
The sky is speechless, only floating clouds.
Tears are shed, what year will it be again today?
The distant mountains are like dark green, and the river remains the same.
The copywriting of "Linjiangxian" intercepts the beginning, so the copywriting of "Mo Shang Sang" should intercept the ending!
Conception: