The drizzle, the pavilions and pavilions, and the continuous rainy season.

The beautiful and agile eyes of the noble man were closed quietly, like a sleeping porcelain doll, the palace man in front of him was dressed in white, kneeling on the ground, and Mo Changhuan held Fu Zhaoyi's hand tightly until it was cold.

Nian Fu, you can rest assured

I won't let anyone who hurt you go unpunished, I know you're most afraid of the bloody stuff, and I'll clean it up and let them go to hell to kowtow to you to make amends.

Nianfu, you are always so reckless, you are pregnant with a child, how can you ignore the life and death of the child in order to help me, he will complain about you.

Nian Fu, I'm used to seeing you heartless, and I really feel distressed about you like this.

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