The first time I saw this article, I actually clicked on it out of boredom.
After that, because of one sentence, I completely fell in love with Mo Hen.
"I'm warning you, don't touch me with your hands."
This kind of personality fits me very well.
People who live in their own world are destined to be lonely.
In response to the sentence: stepping on the shadow and stacking the dream, the colorful clouds and Yang Bi falling in the bare hands, the clouds and mist opening and closing, stepping on the shadow and stacking the dream, waving my sleeves to control the wind and blowing away the smoke.
Don't eat the fireworks of the world, like stars will not fall into the mortal world.
The color of the ink is turbid, just like a spotless fine ink. Unfortunately, no matter how pure the ink is, it is just a turbid thing. It cannot be as clear as water, let alone warm as the sun and air.
The shadow appears.
However, she does exist like a god.
Can render anything in the world.
Look down on the filth of this world like a queen.
The sadness and loneliness that leave no trace, look up at the mirage, but unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the dream is, it is just a dream, and it will disappear without leaving any trace.
This is the meaning of ‘ink mark’.
Right? Little devil?
A distant smile, a provocative look, an inexplicable pain, and a heavy suspicion.
It's all just because I've experienced too much...
Being moved around like a doll by their nominal relatives.
Finally, I got used to it.
Habits are really terrible, and sometimes they can corrode people's hearts.
In the end, the heart is surrounded by darkness, so it becomes like a puppet...
She will not be held back by anything else when she does anything. When the bloody bandage flew out of the window, who knew and understood the pain in her heart.
It’s just that for the sake of strength, for the sake of love...
Hehe, what qualifications does the devil's puppet have to talk about whether there is love or not...
She could only let others control her, but she wanted to make her own cold mark.
No one comforts you when you are sad, and even worse, no one cares about you at your funeral.
Everything, no matter how hard-hearted or strong a person is, will become numb...
The expulsion order is just an excuse. There are too many secrets hidden in the vast and turbid black eyes...
Being born into an emperor's family means you have to play the role of a puppet for the rest of your life...
What else does she have?
Where are your old friends? Where is your old family? Where is your old self?
Have friends.
But he had other intentions.
Have family.
But he played with it in every possible way.
Have yourself.
But at the mercy of others.
Everything, everything, disappears...the clouds have dispersed...