A Wisp of Gunpowder Smoke and a City's Landscape

It mistakenly ate half-fairy's precious jade... She... A little white wolf that had been sleeping for five hundred years turned into a human form. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years later, she became a beautiful woman, but she didn't know how to love. Wandering between loving and being loved, deceiving and concealing, I suddenly looked back and realized that I had been alone for so long. He said: Once upon a time, the sea was difficult for the water to remove, but Wushan was not a cloud; he waited for hundreds of years for her to become a young girl; but he took her hand and held her in his arms. When the coat of lies is soaked with the blood of life, there is no need to feel aggrieved and sad. It is just a pity that in those thousands of years of facing each other day and night, a flourishing fireworks ended like this, he or she, she or she... Whether they are wanton or desolate or cold or hot or love or hate, their palm prints are entangled in each other's lives and never leave.