Life is like a play. Whoever plays the play longer will laugh at the end. Look at this square-inch stage, with hundreds of facial masks and thousands of characters. Time is as cruel as the world, and love, hate, and hatred can only be grasped at the fingertips.
"Forgetting my life, I have nothing else to ask for, but I hope that the young master will always remember the drama of forgetting his life, and live forever."
How can there be any truth that Qu Ba once taught good talents to obey? Such beauties are his, and he will not give Qiuniang the prodigal son a chance to jealously spy on them.
I won't say it, but you are mine, only mine.
The cynical young master attacked × the well-behaved and virtuous actor suffered
The Republic of China period & the background is imaginary, and the updates are random.