Momo Qinghan went up to the small building. Xiaoyin is as rogue as Qiongqiu. Light smoke and flowing water paint a quiet screen.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. Small silver hooks hang on the treasure curtain.
Intention: I have no chance to pamper you in this life, but I would like to be a man in the next life.