Yan Shuanghao no longer remembers when she stood here.
Was it when Gu Pan pulled Lingfei's head to pay respects, or when Huawu stepped on Zhou Wen's feet and knelt down as punishment...
Those tiny starlights have long since rolled and dissipated with the waves of time.
This book will always be here, you turn a page, I will turn another page.
The story is still the same story. I lay down and read it for a while, and I saw something new.
She held the tea in her hands and just sipped it to get a taste of it, but in the blink of an eye she was distracted by the subtle details.
Who taps your eyebrows in the middle of the night and falls asleep?
Intention: In the tribulation, I don't know how many years and months have passed, and I forget what I want to say.