At first glance, they met. The first time they walked together, they got to know each other. The first time they were drunk, they confessed their love.
"Yam Luo!"
That person always liked to sit in his arms, laugh and scold, or read quietly. But now it was Binghua in her arms. Although he looks good, his heart is as cold as stone.
Everything seems like an old dream.
The ice flowers turned into water, and the old shadows in the dream disappeared. When we say goodbye, the shadows of flowers overlap. Next to Mo Mei, stood a handsome man.
Wine in the cup, moon in the water. Flowers in the mirror, fairies in the snow. Long Acacia, watch the empty court. Stay together forever and hate to be apart. The love in the past life will continue in the next life, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to hold hands when we meet. The soul pearl, jade and white frost on the temples, will be a pair for life.
The past is like a shadow, and the old drama is like clothing. Mei Xia Ke was originally an opera singer, but now he is just singing the same opera where the man comes riding a bamboo horse.
"Who did you love in the past life and this life?"