A thousand-year-old qin and flute was wounded, and the daughter of a dream of the Red Chamber died.
The grudge is in the wrong mood, because of love, the delicate face is haggard and tears a thousand lines.
When the soul is broken, Xiangqiu stays in the swan song, buried, how to store the lovesickness.
?Who can understand the meaning of such deep love, only you, the fragrance of poetry will be handed down to future generations. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com