beauties

In his previous life, he was a frail and sick young master who would not eat the fireworks of the world, but unfortunately his face was so poor that his life finally faded away.In this world, beauties are all over the world, they never part with each other, and they only ask for one's heart. All he got in exchange for his innocence and innocence was the sentence "I'm bored", and he resolutely left. His tears were wet and his heart was broken, and the only thing left was that... Three thousand strands of white hair fluttered in the wind.When he was buried in the fire that filled the sky with a pot of poisoned wine piercing his intestines, he was beautifully holding a wedding candle in his arms.Keywords of beauty: beauty, painting poetry, prince, beauty