The withered leaves are dim and yellow in the wind, the autumn rain is cool, and I feel lonely and confused. Misty rain and begonias, looking out the window at silence.
Holding on to a single branch without changing the wound, the night has no boundaries, and the dream is panic.
Zhaohua has lost all his faith because of his long history, so don't give up and strive for self-improvement. Cover your tears with a flick of your finger, turning the clouds into pieces.
It's love that flies straight into the waves, cool and thin, and will never be forgotten.
The moment she opened the door, Yun Jin never thought about what she would face.
The youngest daughter of the martial arts leader, the happiest woman in the world, but suddenly everything changed.
Yunjin Villa was brutally wiped out, and she was the only one who survived, carrying a heavy hatred from then on.
I never thought that this enemy would be him.
The late prime minister's son endured the humiliation. This injustice, this hatred, the enemy will definitely pay a heavy price.
His unawakened memory was burdened by the woman's sad eyes at some point.
Three years and three years... How can the two of them carry out the formalities again? Let's put an end to the past together.