The red pistil blooms on the branches, and the snow dances with a smile.
Yuduo is exquisite and delicate, and she only loves Qiong Xianmiao.
Shuxiu plays the cold wave, ignoring the coming of spring.
I only wish that the body will be clean and buried in the white bosom, and the branches will be pretty in the next life. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com