C1114 The Nightmare Comes True

A section of the palace garden was made of bricks and stones, and it was not the season to split the flowers and brush the willows, but the only thing that remained was the whiteness of the snow.

Gu Donglee and the white heron separated twice. One time, their eyes were stained with blood, and the other time, they were filled with boundless oppression.

She watched as he left. Along the way