The wild moss in the forest leads to Yun's house, where the jade bones are pitied against the dust and sand. There is nowhere to talk about in front of the wind, and the number of crows returns.
Half a lifetime of duckweeds has passed away with the water, and a night of cold rain has buried the famous flowers. The soul is like a willow cotton blowing to pieces, wandering around the world.
——Nalan Rongruo's "Shanhuazi"
There was only one step between him and her, and they were destined to miss each other.
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Talking about Yang Xiaorui and Li Yuhao.
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Come on! ! ! ! ! ! There will still be people watching. Just diving
Come on! ! ! ! ! ! There will still be people watching. Just diving