The work belongs to the heroine's counterattack novel, and there is no female competition.
The black awning carries the cold smoke and cuts the edge of the navy blue shirt
The sound of the oars shattered Jiang Xinyue, and the blood stains condensed on the cold sword.
I used to be a Huansha girl who lived in Peach Blossom Weir
Once the family is broken up and separated, the word hate is etched between the eyebrows
She stepped through the frost on the broken bridge, dyeing her edge step by step
The rhombus mirror in the past now shines with cold light
In this troubled world, all I have left is madness
Laughing at those powerful people, they are all suffering in the palm of their hands
The awning swings away again, and the fog locks the south bank of the river.
Purpose: Polish your mood