Not far away, a song came. [26nbsp;] It was the song and dance of "Flying Sky". Some young girls played like fairies, flowing clouds and water sleeves, singing and dancing, and the flowers on the Silk Road...
She saw the boys and girls sitting in the lotus throne held by the two people in front of them. They were smiling and cute. The girl behind them was infinite youthful, lively and smart... Children, loli... The most popular in the world
Two kinds of people...the hope she lost, the youth she never came back...they laughed and went back with the gongs and drums...the people following her were laughing...and then, the surroundings became calm.
The people were finally almost dispersed.
Old.
The river reflected her extremely haggard face, and the wind blew away her hair, bringing out a trace of snow-white color.
shocking.
It was a white hair, very long.
She pulled it down and found that the white hair was all white and not a little black.
My head broke and her uterus broke.
What value does this woman have?
Why is she alive?
Shui Lian held her head, but her hands were so cold that she suddenly stretched out and grabbed them desperately. The rose petals in her hands fell, and the juice splattered. Her hands were as red as blood—suddenly she fell heavily.
It's right.
Even the pain is in the season when flowers bloom, good times, beautiful scenery... but, just, who can share it with you??!
Inadvertently, she had already consumed all her love and marriage, but she was confused. Only twisted hatred was left in her heart.
emperor!!!!
When she was kicked out of the palace for the first time and broke her palm, she never hated him so much - her hatred for the second prince, her hatred for the eldest princess, her hatred for everyone in the world...
He is alone.
There is no reason, no reason, no limit... She just hates him, hates him so much as she hates herself.
How could we hate our lover so much overnight?
Will relatives turn against each other a hundred times more energy?
She lay on her back on the grass, and the last trace of the setting sun disappeared. Between the world, there was only a "boy" dressed in her "sooth" lying on the grass, like an insignificant worshipper, tired and thirsty
, I walked a long way... I just took a rest here casually.
She was in a state of murderous desire to face the setting sun.