Ye Ziyu Qingcheng

"Do you believe me?" The black blood overflowing from the corner of Ye Zi's mouth was intertwined with tears. He turned his head away and said nothing. He felt that she was no longer the girl under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and his sorrow no longer needed her salvation. Ye Zi's steps were loud and staggering, "It turns out that he doesn't believe me, and he won't pity me." "I, have I always been wrong?" Ye Zi bit her lower lip and tried hard to hold back her tears. "Don't you like me?" "Encounter is a song. Why did it turn into a sad cry at the end? The resentment is so strong and the regret is so painful. If it happens again, will you give me the chance to believe in you?" Ditang flowers are blooming, Du Li is smiling, and the breeze is full of smoke and clouds. Time turns into a song, but why does it always turn into a sad cry at the end?