I still remember how brightly the winter jasmine bloomed that year,
petals fluttering through the whole garden.
Ten years have passed,
yet the winter jasmine is unchanged.
I stand on the gray-white city tower,
looking down at the army that has swept across all of Donghua.
Sleeves billow in the wind.
Your armor is stained crimson with blood.
The setting sun is like blood,
and the brisk spring wind rises,
whipping my wide sleeves.
Look,
the winter jasmine has bloomed again.
I turn around,
a smile at the corner of my lips.
It is still a world of swords and horses,
but everything has changed.
In the end, the misty vines and jade branches are all wrong, wrong, wrong.
In the end, the jade towers and halls are all empty, empty, empty.
Better to laugh drunkenly for a hundred years and ask nothing of life's hardships.
P.S. This is a story with a male lead.
I felt that Lin Ruyi had evil intentions, but I felt that Shen Qinghe was also playing a game of subterfuge. That's all I thought.
It was updated, I had completely forgotten about it. .
Give it a good beating. .
As long as Xiaoshou doesn't suffer any physical pollution~
Sadomasochism? Or at the same time as the sadistic attack??
Watch and listen to music. . So in tune. .
When should we consider this? Eagerly awaiting
I have been thinking about this for a long time.
The highlight? Looking forward to it. . .
I like this style very much, hope you can support it!