Bet [Xinbai]

Han Xin's side face took on a warm color in the alternation of light and shadow, just like when he first met him. I will always remember it. Li Bai thought sadly. The warm west wind blowing towards Great Britain cannot bring your breath, nor can it take away my sincerity. But I once loved you so much. —— Love, hate, love and hatred (no hatred, enmity) are bloody, he. This article is a fanfic of the character of The King, fictional, entirely fictional, with fictional profession and plot. Don't bring reality, don't bring historical figures! ! ! (Emphasis added) Purpose: good socialist youth