He and him, master and disciple, fell in love, which was not allowed by heaven...
He swung his sword and splashed blood on his wedding hall, and the moment he robbed him, they were destined to be separated...
Is it right or wrong to love helplessly?
Only the blood plum blossoms falling on the white snow are left, telling the story of this undying love.
PS: Baoer's short story on a whim~~~ everyone helps me support it! ! !
A certain treasure pit, please click to watch?
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