Choose a quiet corner, lean in the depths of time, look at a leaf of lovesickness through the window sill passing by the breeze, and chase a few memories.
? Autumn leaves swirl in the ruins of the old house, and the falling red allures the city to warm the eyes.
Once accompanied by the fairy king to embrace the golden color, the traces of time tremble in the eyes.
Sorrow is transparent and blurred, and it revolves around the apex of my heart thousands of times.
Rong Fang dies with the wind in an instant, who is the fate of the passerby? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com