Changle Weiyang

If, during those ten years, she passed away, would it be her who would remain in his heart forever? Then, there would not be the desolation of Kaneya Nagato There will be no sorrow of spending a thousand pieces of gold to buy a prime minister like a gift. There won't be ten years of pain. The beauty hidden in the golden house finally ended up with Nagato for ten years Ridiculous and deplorable. A little poem by Su Su for Lan Yang An afterimage of Qingben in Lanjiang River Drinking alone under the moon with the sounds of autumn Why do you need to come to three people every month? A tree and begonia has its own intention Copywriting one: "Gillian." Under the peach tree, there is no longer that gorgeous red, replaced by a plain white that has washed away the lead. The people under the tree swayed lightly and turned around gracefully. The peach blossoms were falling, and in his searching eyes, he knew that this was not his Jiaojiao. She is no longer the Gillian sister who used to call him pig. "Master, are you calling me?" The smile is still the same, the appearance is even better, there is no longer any obsession in the eyes, and the love thread has been cut off with a sword. But two years are already so far away. Copywriting two: "Bah." As soon as the child fell, Su Lanyang smiled sweetly. To win in danger, I will not be the one who is controlled in this game. Gillian, you have to risk your life to survive, but if you keep fighting, you will eventually lose. Heizi walked calmly and leisurely, while Baizi fell into a certain death state from which he could not turn back. Su Lanyang's eyes were like pools, looking at Liu Che, but he still missed a move, Liu Che, I... He smiled helplessly and stood up, "I lost." Suddenly falling into the familiar embrace, "Gillian." As smart as you are, you know what I want, why don't you stop. A kiss fell gently, and the faint fragrance lingered on the tip of my nose. Gillian, this is the smell that belongs to you, and you will always be mine. "I can't, I'm not Gillian, I'm just me." Su Lanyang turned around and said coldly, she understood him, but she wouldn't love him, fall in love with such a person There is no recovery. There was silence everywhere, very good, very good, Liu Che kissed his crimson lips. As you wish? Impossible. Pull the red thread, pull the red thread, and hold the marriage of a thousand miles by just one thread. Heaven is sentimental, Heaven is ruthless, if Heaven is sentimental, Heaven will also grow old. The years are fleeting with sadness and resentment. The years are fleeting like water and they grow old overnight. Folding plum blossoms and sending them to the north How can we enjoy each other after half a lifetime of ups and downs (a lifetime of regret and overnight happiness) The stars are setting at night, the moon is clear and cold (a proud plum tree is cold) If you don't believe this, it will never change. Together we join hands with Moshan Pass ——Dedicated to Su Nongmei (by Su Jingxian) Ordinary time travel stories, Gillian Chen's... I'm a Gillian fan... And it's very different from history, so please be careful when entering.