"Looking at the magpie bridge, the magpie hidden cloud mountain is invisible. Why do I want to ask trivial women? I don't remember the Chinese Valentine's day. " The soft and beautiful voice like the bright silver moon, the sad voice like the autumn night wind inadvertently flows out of the hidden sorrow, which should not have been felt by such a young woman as her. She fondled a rare ancient Yao Qin, her eyes twinkling.

"see Lord." When the visitor saw that she didn't respond, he had to brag and raise his voice, "join the Lord."

in this way, she was able to recall her thoughts about where she...