It's a spring night in the building, and the shengxiao is played all night long, and the fragrant shadows are beautiful deep in the rolling curtain.
"Perform a play with me..."
When we first met, she was a proud figure in her fragrant clothes, and he was a wanton and romantic young man.
"My name is Yan Zhi..."
Her bun was slightly loose, and she leaned lazily against the door behind her, looking at the person in front of her with a faint smile.
Living in the ups and downs of troubled times, where the war is going on and on, she worships the bloody sword, and he protects the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. After several ups and downs, the mountains and rivers are still there...
"You're well, Miss Fu."
Intention: No intention