The bright moon is proud of the frost, and the smoke cage is cold
The clear song among the clothes is the sadness of indifference and homelessness
How much love is left in the world to welcome thousands of changes in the world, no matter whether it is a calamity or fate.
Once the best person in the world, Yu Shifeng has never escaped the word fate. He is ruthless and unintentional, and he is falling apart step by step.
The green clothes are like bamboo, but I can't see the red clothes are like blood.
In the end, a thousand years of life is just a dream, and it is just a pawn in the chess game of life and death.
Dispensable, nothing more than that.
Attachment is like an abyss, gradually entering life and death.
The one he loved and was overjoyed was nothing more than Hua Nianchen.
Hua Nianchen is Hua Nianchen, Hua Jiu Si is Hua Jiu Si.
If we meet for the first time
I would like to hold you in my arms and go to hell together.
Intention: None