Some people say that roses cannot be grown in the deserts of the northwest. That year, the jasmine flowers in Xiyue bloomed quietly in the northwest. Jasmine, Li Qiye, but things will eventually have an ending. The jasmine flower withered quietly.
Jiang Huaicuo stood in the ending that Xiyue thought, waiting, opening his hands to embrace her. The temperature of the embrace gradually cooled down.
Intention: Everything will come to an end, and there will be people at every end.
