Nalan Rong Ruo
bleak Lancheng looks old. Don't do pity sentences for fear of sentimentality. The tears of the pavilion lean on the flowers and worry about nothing, and the fragrance floats to the best of my knowledge.
Back to the old Mingyue Road. The cuffs are fragrant and cold, but the heart is bitter than Qiulian. Hugh said that living in flowers, people who cherish flowers go to spend without owners.
it's no one to spend.