That year, the wind blew under the moon, the sweet-scented osmanthus swayed, and the palace was stained with blood. You came with flowers and willows and made a heavy promise. Now, in the peaceful and prosperous times, thousands of miles away, you turned around and left me, taking away three thousand prosperity, leaving me alone to grow old. The author of this article is the target! Heal the unloved boy! ! No three views, no logic, Su Shuangwen.
Purpose: Everyone can achieve happiness