Feng Ao Hongchen

The floating clouds lead to songs, and the beauty is proud of the mortal world. The phoenix of Nirvana is dyed white with frost. How many times, in her dreams at midnight, she just wanted to catch someone. How many times, the night was as cold as water, and she fell asleep embracing the cold air. How many times her memory ached, and she bit her red lips gently and let tears flow into her heart. Even though her heart was riddled with holes and bleeding, she would still raise the corners of her mouth coquettishly, with deep hatred flashing in her bottomless eyes. If you can't refuse pain, why not enjoy it? ! She will remember it, she will always remember it! I remember that the reason why her heart is still beating is to prove that she is in pain, and to one day personally end the life of the person who caused her to lose all her relatives! But when he, he, he, he, he shows up... Everything is off track... It seems that they are destined to be entangled. Whether it's love or hate, we can't escape everything. Who wins and who loses in this battle of revenge? Who has lost his heart and love? She did everything she could to get revenge, but what awaited her was... "My life and death in the past few years have been exchanged for a glass of poisonous wine." He was charming and charming, with a layer of sadness in his eyes. The woman he loved most... "Little Leopard, no matter what your identity or status is now or in the future, I only want you." His hands kept wandering around Nangong Yan's face. Nangong Yan stared hard at the prodigal son in front of him, the anger in his eyes was enough to burn the person in front of him to ashes. As a guard, he could only watch the son of the Prime Minister holding the hand of his beloved woman and moving around without any care in his sight. But with his low status, what else can he do besides just staring at her while she sleeps? "Yan, the hand of my beloved son, I will grow old with you. You are the only one in my life. If I lose you, my life will lose the meaning of existence." He, handsome and elegant, picked a rose from the rose tree next to him and inserted it into Nangong Yan's inky hair. Desire for power, beauty? Who hung that love thread? Hatred, kindness? Who set that trap? The world is just a game of chess, no one knows who will win or lose. Only she, that woman as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, remains the same... Friendly link Xue Ling "The young lady's husband depends on you" http://read. Xxsy. Net/info/256643. Html moai "Put down the evil husband" http://read. Xxsy. Net/info/265810. Html "My Heart Is Like Orchid" by Yanyu Kongtong http://read. Xxsy. Net/info/259285. Html "Queen of Arms" by Xiaoxiang Dong'er http://read. Xxsy. Net/info/232988. Html Qiuchen Chasing the Wind "Proud Smile" http://read. Xxsy. Net/info/221599. Html "Luan Star" by Han Chu http://read. Xxsy. Net/info/255142. Html Edge of Dreams "The Special Police and the Restless Concubine" http://read. Xxsy. Net/info/274978. Html