Juli

Tangli flowers reflect the moon in the mirror, It's all about separation and separation. "Juli, come out of the darkness and sadness and be reborn." This is my greatest hope for you. The green spots of Buddha's head scattered in the world. From then on, Jiang Jingli was like a wound buried in the palm of Zhu Li's palm like gravel, becoming a mole that she would always carry in her palm.