Next to the carousel, she missed Meng Po's clear soup.
She searched for him, life after life, never forgetting Jiangzuo Zhoulang.
The imperial flag changed at the top of the city, and he experienced ups and downs, but the moment he found him, he was lost forever.
She should have figured it out, right? Even if the universe were prehistoric and the sky fell and the earth collapsed, her elegant figure would not be reflected in those unparalleled eyes.
Not in the past, not now, not in the future...
There will be no future.
Conception: