Don't Cry When I Give Birth to You on My Own.

Also known as: Fatal Beauty The scent of laughter melted into the hazy mist, and the moonlight had already moved across the corridor in the courtyard. On a dim moonlit night with sparse stars, there was only one oil lamp burning in the room, and a few small insects were flying around on the lamp. The room was quiet until there was a "pop" sound, the bug on the oil lamp exploded and was eaten by the oil lamp, and the desolation of the room was broken. She was sitting on the chair, her expression slightly moving. Outside the house, when the water drops on the smiling flowers fell, she gently raised her hands, closed her eyelids, and then slowly opened them Like the orchid on the table, it opens slowly and silently. Outside the window, the night breeze was clear and there were insects chirping. In the dim room, the lights couldn't illuminate clearly. Not as good as the brilliance under her three-part eyelids. The moonlight is beautiful, and there are a few stars hidden in the clouds in the western sky The scenery zoomed out, her thin shoulders and picturesque eyebrows were alluring...