There will always be something that changes first in spring, such as the shy look on the green hairpin ridge, two beating hearts, and all the details of her beauty are always hidden, just like his memory. When he regained his memory, she closed her eyes forever. He swore an oath to Mo Longjue with his blood, tears, and his thousand years. He was the first person she saw when she woke up, and he was the last person she saw...
The poems in this book are original by me, please do not borrow them, thank you:) The following are my other two books: