At dusk, the lights are on near several houses, and I lean alone outside the window with dim thoughts.
Huaguang is like a drunken dream, gossiping about the mulberry fields and the vast sea.
Chapter 1 Such a good day and such a night
Chapter 2: Flowers, whiskers and willows are all rogues
Chapter 3: Both purple butterflies and wasps have feelings
Chapter 4 Gazing at the Milky Way and Playing the Jade Sheng
Chapter 5 Louhanyuan meets Pingming coldly
Chapter 6: It's useless to be lovesick
Chapter 7: Melancholy is pure madness
Chapter 8: For whom is Fenglu standing in the middle of the night?
Intention: