His first pair of eyes was lost in the conspiracy, so she gave him her eyes; Xu was so in love that she gave him her heart.
That day, there was a hundred thousand miles of snow and a hundred thousand miles of blood.
She smiled: Look at your bride with my eyes, does it look good?
The wedding dress is like fire, and she is the one watching the fire from the other side.
Gone, gone! I never want to see you again! Well, this winter is good, best for dead wood.
Three hundred years, ice and snow are the feast; three hundred years, conspiracy is the city.
When I saw her again, it was March in spring, thousands of feet away from the frost.
This time, life or death is a promise, I will never abandon you again.