-Hung Hom, if I say.
-Xun, it's useless.
When the moon was full, he leaned on the rocks on the coast and recalled her stubborn and determined face a long time ago.
On the other side, the Jin Palace is overgrown with wild grass. In front of the mottled bronze mirror, the dark red rouge has long dried. At that time, what I didn't have time to say was——
Hung Hom, if I say, I love you, let me go, okay?