C219 Start-up parasol tree palace

In her memory, Dongfang Ziqing's face was creamy, her eyebrows were distant, her lips were red, and her eyes were as black as ink. Her entire body emitted an aura similar to that of the cold plum, cold and serene.

It was like a lotus in full bloom. The fairy under the moon was so pure and flawless.

Xuanyuan Chen Mo had already experienced the pain of loss once