If the clouds are faltering and the rain is obsessed, let my surging nostalgia go to the harbor of your love. Thousands of rivers and mountains are separated, but this heart-pounding thought cannot be separated. Even though there is cold smoke on the street, I still don't want to give up the plain color Qinghuan with hot fingertips. Love is stronger than gold, Mo Yan is separated. Looking at each other by the screen, thousands of words and words fall into the bottom of my heart and change the vicissitudes of life. You don't need to pluck, you are the only string of love in the dream. The morning and evening, the sun and the moon, are always connected without a break. Since this life cannot be fulfilled, let this moment be without regret. The ending does not need to be scrutinized, it can be predicted by oneself. The red bean is only for your lovesickness, and the ink color is only for your tenderness. Forget about the end of the world, willing to fall into the sea of ??love. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com