All the treasures of the Mu family are in my mind, the world is big and the food is the biggest.
I am the most pure and kind person.
It was snowing in Chang'an at sunset. The snow that day was so heavy that I couldn't even see his expression, let alone whether a tear fell from the corner of his eye. The towering city walls on both sides were like two mountains pressing on his shoulders. He stood tall in red clothes and never took a step forward, and neither did I.
The new snow falls and covers the old one, which cannot be wiped away. I can't finish it.
The cold air invades the body. It's too cold outside. The cold wind blows all the insides of a person. Can the charcoal pots in the house warm a person with a heart of stone? This is what he said before, and this time it really comes true. After being seriously ill for half a year, he is only skin and bones. He is sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed out for a walk. Thick blankets are spread on the ground to prevent people from being bumped in the slightest. They are lazily exposed to the sun.
I want to drink water. This sick and weak look really looks like the gloomy national master who is cunning and cunning, turning his hands into clouds and rain.
Not an absolute heroine! Group portrait! Group portrait! !
Labels may not be accurate! There is no absolute protagonist!
Don't scold me
Intention: revenge