Once upon a time, the clear smile on the shore of Luochuan was brighter than the waves.
Now, behind the palace, those deep eyes are colder than the throne.
Junchu felt lucky...
Having been deeply loved by that person, and then gently throwing it away, I remained silent in front of their happiness...
Finally let go, decided not to love, and decided not to hate
When I turned around, I realized that fate had never stopped playing tricks on me.
But, so what?
Is it really true that the flowers are as beautiful as ever?
Dayu said: This is my first time writing an article, and I plan to write it in a short to medium length. If you guys like it, please tell me like a storm... Don't worry about my fragile little heart! If someone reads it, will you be motivated to write it?
Personal style, my children must have distinctive personalities, dare to love and hate, and cut off when necessary... Those who like weak and in vain, please stay away.