Don't Ask About Lovesickness

Among the soft branches of the weeping willow withered palms, the green calyx has not withered in front. You have your goals and I have my grievances. You don't have to tell me what happened ten years ago, but I have to ask for it. Although Nujia is a weak woman, she can still turn clouds over with nothing. Because of the danger, I lied, and no one saw how sincere I was. The little girl doesn't care about lovesickness or love today, Holding the hem of her skirt, she looked back and smiled, Say: Young Master, were you destined to commit suicide back then? Ps: Something happened recently. I'm sorry to everyone who's following the article. I'm back. . . Ps: Please vote, collect and subscribe. . Sorry, I know I'm asking for too much, so please just grant my wish. . .