Huaixue originally thought that he would always be at Jiange, beside his senior brother.
But he never thought that in a dream, he would provoke a gorgeous and paranoid young man.
Sweet first and then cruel, hate the sea and love the sky
In the floating life, I only respect the old man in front of me, and the road to Chang'an is covered with snow.
The old friend is on the high platform morning and evening. Give me the spring scenery of Jiangnan, a branch of plum blossom.
Intention: To grow in adversity and bloom the flower of hope