She is the most beautiful woman in the world.
He is an immortal dressed in white as snow.
She used to be innocent and cute, but now she is decisive and ruthless.
He used to regard women as playthings. Now he has given up the world for a woman.
Once, she fell in love with him and gave everything for him.
And he saw her as a pawn. She jumped off a cliff and died for him. She was unwilling to let him be so carefree.
She just wants revenge at all costs. She spent her whole life just for revenge.
She took on so many men who were crazy about her, just for revenge.
She hated him. If she didn't love him to the core, how could she hate him to the core?
She is selfish, ruthless, insidious, cunning, yet passionate, beautiful, and arrogant, and the world goes crazy because of her.
In the end, he fell in love with her and was heartbroken for her.
She died in tears and disappeared into ashes.
Out of despair, he destroyed the world for her.
Who can tell clearly who is right and wrong? The world changes because of their changes.
But after all, they are just poor people.
The chilling cicada is miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Passion has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival. Where will I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon.
This passing year should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?