It's not good to have too much love, and it's not good to have too little. Love has always left hatred, but less love is just fate. At that time, I thought it was strange. Many years later, I felt that there was too much love and little love. The relationship was deep and shallow, and it would be better not to know each other. Five hundred years ago, I believed him, and he betrayed me. Five hundred years later, when I didn't want to see him, he wanted to get entangled with me again. It was simply a shame.
"If you are the king of the world, you and I will fight. If you lose, I will die. If you win, you will die." "Aran, I have no ability." Yin Ran was angry and pointed at the window with trembling fingers. "Get out of wherever you came in." Mo Junze rolled out of the window with a sad face and aggrieved. Yin Ran heard the sound and looked towards the window at Mo Jun, who was lying on his back. Ze, burst out laughing. Before the laughter stopped, Mo Junze flew into the room. "Aran, you laughed, don't be angry with me anymore." Yinran immediately changed his face and threw his sleeves, leaving Mo Junze to catch up. Before anyone could touch the sword energy, he came towards him. The woman behind the screen pointed the sword at Mo Junze's neck. "Okay, you dare to touch my son!"
Concept: Deep love and shallow love, deep love but shallow love, after all, we have loved each other