[The author is incompetent in copywriting... = =]
White snow is falling, Gongshang Corner,
Hu Jia's eighteenth meaning is vague.
Sing a song and the sky smiles,
The good times and good times should be in vain.
Dressed in white, he sat in the Linquan Pavilion and said with a smile: "Xiaobai, are you willing to accompany me on this journey again?"
The bustling peach blossoms bloomed for a moment beside him, and then fell into the mud to protect the flowers.
She was obsessed with the stunning moment, so she nodded slightly. So, many years later, even if she wanted to regret it, it was too late.