Wherever you look, there are thickets of dead trees, and there is only a Naihe Stone Bridge and a gurgling Wangchuan River in front of you.
Zhao Kuangyin walked in chaos.
I don't know what night it is, I don't know where I'm going.
The scarlet flowers of the other side were flying all over the sky, and one petal swirled and fell on his shoulder.
He reached out and took it off, looking at it carefully.
He knew that he was in hell.
Zhao Kuangyin slightly curved his lips: "I'm waiting for someone. When he arrives, I will reincarnate with him."
Intention: Put the full affection into every eye contact, fall into the entanglement of fingertips, and hide it in the fusion of lips and teeth.