The breeze carries the boat across the middle of the river, and the clouds and mist are entangled like mist.
The clothes of immortals flutter like feathers, and the poems written become falling stars.
The garden building once cut the candles from the west window, but they were not white and the frost remained.
In the context of another text. There will be more key writing issues. You can just read it as a short story and update it from time to time.
Welcome to Qingxianyuan. Girls who like ancient styles are welcome to come in and play. Thank you.
Another article "Tragic Death in Every World" is welcome to be collected. The owner of the garden is in it (?￣▽￣)?
It is recommended to read Chapter 3 before reading 1 2
Thanks to Mr. Qing for the cover
I am just happy to write, I will update it from time to time, please collect it