Wangchuan

Her long hair was flowing with ink, and her red clothes were like fire. She was walking in the rivers and lakes. She used to be carefree in the world, but now her eyes were full of concern. "People say that I am a poison with no cure, a scourge in the world that cannot be avoided. Since you have to mess with me, then don't even think about escaping." The umbrella in her hand blocked the rainy river and sea, and the wind on the mountaintop blew through Shengxue's white clothes. She turned around and looked up with a smile on her face. "I used to only like the beautiful scenery in the world, and that's the only thing I'm happy about. But now, all this scenery can no longer be tolerated." It's the helpless years. I don't want the flowers to wither. The world is so big that it can accommodate all things, but it seems that she has been forgotten. She was confused and looking for her home. Along the way, she walked alone, accompanied by the wind and the moon. There is still a long way to go, but she wants to stop here. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.