Linglong Bureau

That man, sitting high on a golden throne, looked down upon the world. That woman is thoughtful and thoughtful at every step. That year, Qingmei matured late. He held her hand and put the sword to his heart, "If you don't want this life, I'll give it to you." She smiled sweetly and opened her red lips: "Why do I want your life? What I want is your most precious thing. What I want even more is - you can helplessly watch your most precious thing in the hands of others, but you can't do anything about it." In that true and false love, between you and me, in the end, only Qingshuang sighed along the way: Let's see, who is scared to leave in the Linglong game? Who is laughing at the splendid chessboard?