Her fiery-red bridal veil trailed along the ground. Her black hair, falling to her hips, was loosely gathered with a blood-jade hairpin. A thirty-centimeter-long crimson ornament of unknown material coiled through her bun, shimmering with a gentle, rippling glow. Yue Qingmou glanced around coolly. The flame-shaped red birthmark between her brows and her eyes, which gleamed with a crimson radiance, combined to form a breathtakingly beautiful image!
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