Once in love, it turned out to be a bad fate, a plot of three lives... As an immortal, it is not allowed to be sentimental, but he still violated the rules of heaven and insisted on falling in love with her. The result...
Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, a cup of melancholy leaves me alone for a few years. Wrong wrong wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tear stains are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo!
After all, it is a love that ends without a problem...
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