In late spring that year, it rained heavily. Wearing a green skirt, she stepped into the noisy tavern. In the midst of intoxication, he ran into her pretty eyes wantonly on the bar, so Mr. Yue waved his hand, and the red thread was wrapped...
Their love is a bond and a redemption...
It was raining again, and Ye Shuhan stood in front of Gu Li's monument wearing a red wedding dress. She bent down to salute and danced to the sound of rain, with her red umbrella spinning and her red skirt swaying. Her light dance steps stirred up layers of water splashes, as graceful as a startling giant and as graceful as a swimming dragon.
The rain is still falling, as if in mourning and sighing. By the Naihe Bridge, who is crying again? No one knows.
(Note: It will be cruel, but only for a few chapters, at the end)
Purpose: Life is short, love it vigorously