There was a heavy snowfall in November of the year Su Luan was born, and with her first cry, Su Luan's life began...
This is destined to be a lengthy and protracted story, like a running account. The storyteller did not deliberately make the story beautiful, he just told it.
There is a big hole ahead. The author is seriously unscrupulous. He is digging as he walks. Please be careful when entering. Enter with caution...