Floating clouds travel all day long, where will they end up in this year?
In the sixth year of Xuanwu, Fu Chang led his new junior disciple, and heard him say hot words in his ears: I like you so much.
After another six years, the senior brother finally gave up on his junior brother.
Everyone said he deserved it, but he couldn't see it clearly.
The east wind is blowing, and the cold makes people feel particularly sober. Fu Chang looked at the boy without blinking an eye. The man only gently pulled his lips and smiled:
The days ahead are long.
Intent: Punishment and punishment. All crimes committed cannot be written off.