The rain slid down the umbrella bones like beads with broken threads, falling to the ground, jumping lightly.

The satin umbrella covers half of the face, revealing only the graceful chin and full lip shape.

Duan Chuiwen admits that he doesn't understand the wind and snow, and he doesn't know what sad spring and autumn is, but at this moment, a strange feeling rises from his heart.

He felt that what shrouded Xiahou Zhi was not the smoke and rain......

Chapter 51 of "East Palace Zangjiao" I am more special in your heart I am in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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