In the fifth year of the year and Mouling, summer.
The Xiangxiang sleeves were soaked with lotus dew, emitting a vague whisper, and the thunder finally shook the castle of memory and collapsed.
She thought of his pity and sorrow at that time: "You are not cold, nor are you cruel..."
"Tick-tock~", the dark clouds are still leaking, and the heavy rain is coming suddenly.
"You just don't have a heart."
The maid was presented with the exquisite crown of the opera fish and prostrated on the ground in fear. The emerald on the crown trembled contemptuously. She suddenly touched down the flower crown, and then stared blankly at the expressions of each panicked person, which was wonderful.
It turns out that this is the real self, the "heart" he refers to.