Continuing the original work, the story started a hundred years ago. A hundred years is a long time, and they should laugh and spend it together hand in hand. Don't let a hundred years pass by and the young man's head turn gray.
The word "love" is roughly like this.
Yanshi Chapter Preface:
As soon as he opened his eyes, he thought for a moment that the Golden Crow fell from the sky. But he understood that it was Qionghua, the one he had stayed with for many years, Qionghua. The Tianhe River attracted Hou Yi to shoot his bow, and the dragon's breath surged around. It was hard to tell which side shone brighter. I want to call him.