Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams
late winter
Wen Xingjia's old illness recurred, the cold penetrated to his bones, and he could not sleep all night.
Amid the pain, March Nuanyang hugged her, "Xingjia, hug me."
The cold wind outweighs the warm sun.
"Miss Song, the little girl has nothing to repay, so I can only leave the position of horse attachment to the girl."
Song Guiyi: "..."
Xianyun makes tricks, flying stars spread hatred
The daughter's family can spin nebulae with a weaving stick in hand, or she can join the game and stir up the wind and clouds.
It's just that people in the world have a lot of prejudices. They only believe that a daughter is like water, but they don't know that her heart is like gold.
Note: This is a girl
Intention: The shadow of an old friend is separated by thousands of mountains