Everything is a cover-up.

Ye Yilan****, standing in the courtyard.

Thinking of the good stories between Liu Haoxuan and Nangong Yaning, she envied the love between them. Who doesn't want to long for such love, it's just that she doesn't want to accept it.

She took Murong Haochen's words to heart, but she didn't dare to ask for such a promise. They were just passers-by, and there was no love between men and women.

A tear turns into a tear of lovesickness.

But these tears are not of love, but of endless sadness for the days to come.

A person stood outside the door, watching silently. He understood the pain in her heart. But nothing could be saved, and he needed her.

He didn't dare to come forward and disturb her. He was used to keeping silent, so why not just let her go? It would be like treating her coldly when they met.

Lan'er, I hope you will wake up one day.

I am willing to wait for you all my life, even if you don't love me.

Who loves each other as before, who is infatuated. That illusory love is like an epiphyllum. It lingers in my heart, and Zijin has never been entangled. I only hate the pain of the past life, but I am satisfied with being loved in this life. A cup of Po Tang will not remember the past life. Forgetfulness, the heart
Chapter completed!