There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and he looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
When Fang Jinse and Zhao Wuduan broke up, she always thought that she had a dream about the breakup, so she could eat and have fun without any influence. It wasn't until Zhao Wuduan stood in front of her with his new girlfriend that Fang Jinse panicked.
"Zhao Wuduan, you big pig's hoof, do I agree to break up?"
Zhao Wutuan, who had been scolded innocently, had a dark look on his face. He dared to love this aunt and thought that she had only dreamed of eating delicious food in the past few months. Then his drunkenness, the tears of being laughed at by his brothers, and the little girl he hired with money, weren't they all just a torment for him?
Fang Jinse, if you are ruthless, I will be tough today and won't accompany you anymore.