At that moment, it seemed that the cold plum fragrance was floating in the rain, covered in fox fur sleeves, which was mostly an indelible illusion in my memory. Because it was such a rainy day at that time, rootless water in the sky fell like beads. When my life passed, I saw a man walking towards me with a 64-bone oiled paper umbrella. He held an umbrella slightly in the heavy rain in Weiguo, and the blood blurred my eyes and I couldn't see his face clearly. I often feel that it is a dying illusion, and I still don't know if the truth is what I think.

That's it ~ ~ manual.

I like Hua Xu Yin very much. It's beautiful.