C307 A Qipao from Xuanyuan Aotian

It was only at midnight that Gu Xiangsi was able to see that person clearly in her dreams. It was warm and elegant. Although her life was bleak, there was still no trace of fireworks on her body. Gu Xiangsi carefully thought that it was the old house at that time. It was also tidied up by her to be full of poetry. It was the floral cloth of the blanket curtains