My name is Qingyi. I don't know why I'm here, and no one has ever told me where I should be. From the moment I opened my eyes, I was already here. A Taoist man in white stood in front of me. He told me that my name was Qingyi. At that time, it was the peak season for ghosts crossing the Wangchuan River. As soon as I opened the wooden window, I saw yellow sand flying all over the sky, and dark shadows of ghosts coming and going, and outside was the Wangchuan River. Later, I finally found out about this man, his name was Linchuan. He is my husband. But it was once. Description: First person. If you don't like it, don't come in. Updates may vary. Not a trap. Original. Decline to ky, pick up the list. Also: I would like to collect some columns! Refill~~~ (reserved on May 10, 2019)