A twilight belt and dim lights are intoxicated in the winter snow like silver feathers, castanets and red sandalwood. Why is the beauty in front of the hall now wearing a red dress? Maybe it is not a wedding dress, but a plain dress dyed red with blood. Dressed in white flour, she still sang The West Chamber. The noise and drama came to mind, driving her crazy... She was no longer Wen Qingyi, but Man Jianghong...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
