In the dream, there are flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, and there is a burst of joy, but after all, it is still a dream.
Li Xiangfan squatted down and picked up a puddle of water. There were a few willow leaves floating in the water. He looked at it for a moment and whispered: "Spring... Is not old yet, the wind is gentle... The willow trees are leaning..."
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
The blood feud has not been avenged, and he died first, with tears streaming down his face.
Can this feeling be remembered?
I am willing to hold your hand and grow old together with you.
Attack and suffering are always only between each other. The plot is abusive, the relationship is a little abusive, and they will be separated.
Mission: Persistence is victory