"What's wrong with us?" Tang Fanzhou's words are not as gentle as the person he is. He is powerful and proud.
"I was born at the wrong time." Shen Yi paused for a long time before writing. He hugged her tightly in his arms and said in a deep voice, "Even if the heavens do not allow it, you can only be mine."
Outside the window, white snow is flying, and a tree is gracefully decorated with plum blossoms. The person in his arms was as thin as paper, and he suddenly shrank into Shen Yi's arms, as if he was afraid that the last bit of warmth in the world would leave.
If it happened thousands of times again, he would just say "no regrets."
If you protect the country, I will protect your home.
This is fictitious! ! ! Similar to the dynasties during the Republic of China! Please don't take it seriously! ! If you like it, welcome to join! !