Infinite country,
The nineteen-year-old emperor was independent until dawn.
The dawn sun shone lightly, and the sky turned fishy white.
Under the bustle, he saw that the pears were still like snow, and they were in full bloom.
Han Xiao's life is like an unfinished flower, ruined before it blooms.
The sunlight in front of the Ruiming Palace of the Great Cold Dynasty was cold, and he was shivering alone.
Looking back, the past is forgotten.
I vaguely remember that a few years later, they were standing on the opposite side of the road, surrounded by tall buildings, looking at each other across the torrent of people.
Just one glance gave rise to a sense of hopeless and helpless wandering.
Dark night, bustling city, empty soul, pale shouting, black desire.
Who is someone's evildoer, who is someone's enemy.
Who can understand the loneliness of walking alone with monsters and monsters at night?
I won't let go again.
What if this time, we are brothers?
Same.
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This article is reversed, brothers, in this year, there is incest, incest, and cultivation. Be careful about your taste, and those who don't like it should not enter.
= =, Although the text looks very bright and sad, Xiguajun and I hate abuse the most, so this article takes a gentle and calm route.