A fleeting glimpse amid the chaos of war set a peaceful heart stirring.
They tried to draw close, to reach out, but the turbulent, unsteady age they lived in made it impossible.
The disparity in their status made love difficult.
A web of schemes slowly corroded their trust.
As love and hatred between them began to fracture,
in that instant when shells rained down,
would they look at each other with cold resolve,
or with a love they could never let go?
The Orient's Paris in the Silver Empire.
Behind its beauty and splendor
lies a stark, naked tragedy.
Haha... Don't be a trap... Well written... I like people named Ji... Hehe...
Come on come on! Will read every chapter
Come on, you must persist!!!!!!!
Passing Appreciation…
Cute little furry kid ~ you write so well
A little dizzy… Where is north??????
Hurry up and write the following, it's pretty cool, haha
Haha.. I will let you be surrounded by flowers..
Master, have you become the protagonist? 1
The head can be cut off and the blood can be shed, but I swear not to stop me from leaving my words!!!!!!!!!!!!!!