Perilla is flowing, the cup is not stopped, and the warm and cold wine is in the small building. The rivers and lakes are windy and rainy, and you only know how old you are when you are drunk.
Last night I was looking for flowers and fell into a dream, and I mistakenly ordered a beauty. Today, I am shocked to hear the sound of burial rain, and pick up the dream of the past with bare hands.
Trouble with the Flower Family. Events unfold slowly. .
Luhua fan
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This story is purely fictional. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
Possible. This pit. Will fill it out. Not so timely. . But. I will never give up! ! !