Facing the phoenix trees in the north, Queqiao will think of the afternoon when Qingtai went to see the poplar trees. At that time, there were no roads extending in all directions in Mingyue Town, and the boundaries of love and hate were too blurry at that time.
The first chapter is in the first person, and I am the heroine in the article.
Intention: As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win. There are countless people in the world.