The Kite Fell Like This in the Early Years of Gu Chujing

Have you ever been in love for a year, and have you ever been looking forward to someone? And when everything becomes a stranger, where should we go? Four hundred years ago, she loved him, missed him, and missed him. After four hundred years of age, she has no love, only resentment, hatred, obsession to find her brother, and the destruction of the world. She thought that the age of four hundred was the dividing line in Qin Yuan's life, but until such a person forced his way into her life and lived in her heart, it was like a dense pain like cinnabar, which could not be separated or destroyed. Only then did she realize that the pain that life can bear is far more than this. This article is about a pair of people from generation to generation, watch the exciting plot first: It was pitch dark above the empty hall. "A Luo, look, I killed him." Her voice was as distant as an oracle, clear and smooth. Nice to hear. Yan Luoran's fingers suddenly curled up, and he looked at his father's cold body and his little kite on the ground. At this moment, he couldn't hear any sound. Everything around him disappeared in an instant. Only those clear eyes were left in the whole world, and she was smiling slightly. At this moment, Yan Luoran clearly heard the sound of breaking somewhere in his body, and he and his heart fell silent together. Then, his slender body came to Qin Yuan's side step by step. The young man was wearing a light robe, and his sleeves were flying up. He stood opposite Qin Yuan in dark brocade clothes, staring into her eyes, his voice was hoarse and slightly broken, "Xiao Yuan, is that you?" Qin Yuan had no expression on his face and said nothing. After a pause, he said in a low voice, "How can you bear it?"