Last year, today, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
The huge Daming Palace, extremely luxurious and empty, is not where my heart goes. However, I can't escape the trick of fate. I am dragged into the destined entanglement of love and hate, and I can't escape - this dream that I can never wake up from. Where should I go?
Just poke it~~~↓
Let's all complain together ==
Reader comments
I have never seen such a literary plot about the eldest son. In my impression, the eldest son's emotions are American direct and unrestrained. This article rarely shows restraint. The writing style of praising the wife reminds me of Duras's "The Lover"!
I have finally waited for the follow-up to this article in my lifetime. The author, please continue to update.
I have never seen such a literary plot about the eldest son. In my impression, the eldest son's emotions are American direct and unrestrained. This article rarely shows restraint. The writing style of praising the wife reminds me of Duras's "The Lover"!
I have finally waited for the follow-up to this article in my lifetime. The author, please continue to update.