If Li Tangli

The east wind is full of glory, and the fragrant mist is filled with moonlight in the corridor. I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep late at night, so I burned a high candle to illuminate my red makeup. Begonia hates Wuxiang. Without fragrance, it is also without intention. The king of gods is good at mixing fragrances, but the fragrances are not what he originally intended. "Have you given up your heart, or have you never given it to me?" Tangled, entangled, right and wrong, from heaven to earth, if pear leaves...