There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each line and column reminds me of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can only be recalled, but it was already at a loss.
Su Jinlan never thought about lingering in Shen Yuze's life. She slowly detached herself from this unrequited love and only wanted to manage the rest of her life safely. But why did the cinnabar mole that originally looked at her stingily refuse to let go of her when she decided to give up. Can the relationship that I cut off with my own hands return to its beautiful beginning?
Purpose: Reject Mary Sue's super-correct views