Ten days ago, the old days of ancient love began to appear.

Qin came over with a glass of wine rubbing in her wrists, and the sound was so low that it was so low that tonight he didn't walk away from the ring's finger holding the handle, and then back to his chest, breathed in her ears and looked down in the glasshouse, and the candles twitched, and Qin's hands moved from his waist to his back, and the 10-fingered brakes, and the forest suddenly lifted his eyes, and the coldness of his eyes was so cold, that he could barely shake.