The sixteenth year of the Republic of China was lamentable. In this life, there was a life of love and resentment, but there was someone who gave everything he had. She whispered in her ear, just a few steps away, on the ridge, walking in the wind. In a trance, Su Siqing saw a man in an iron-gray military uniform walking towards her. He was arrogant and came back from the dust on his body. There were thousands of horses and thousands of troops, but he was willing to lower his body and whisper softly in her ear: "Girl..."
The floating dust of the past can be like the sudden rain that scatters the wind, and the rain hits the residual lotus.
Sigh for childhood sweethearts, waiting for a jade to come to your wish, in exchange for iron-bloodedness, full of pride and fierceness in the world.
"Mrs. Li, I'm sorry to say goodbye." He leaned over.
Her brows were soft and soft.
Already aware of the grass and trees, already aware of the vastness of the universe, and only pitying the green grass and trees, she smiled and cried.
"Mrs. Li, you are so gentle," an outsider said.
"Are you gentle? It cost you half your life." Her eyes were tender.
Her charm is not delicate and artificial, it is deep in her bones.
Why did this Rouge lose her color in an instant?
Purpose: To introduce the love and hatred of characters during the Republic of China period