There are thousands of waves between the lines, unable to break through the lonely wall.
?Knowing that there is no boat to cross the bitter sea, I like the soup of all kinds of flavors in life.
Even if the geese in Xiaoxiang have gone, don't call the west wind bitter.
? For half a lifetime, the drunk soul is lonely and silent, and the smoke and dreams have been wandering for several years. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com