The bright red pomegranate flowers are like red chiffon. The heroine leaned against some slender bamboos outside the window. There is a person she cares about, but it is difficult to meet her, and she can only hope in vain. The woman sat down in the boudoir for a while and stood up again, restless and unwilling to dress up. Although longing makes her haggard, but even if she is dressed up and the haggard color is covered, who will appreciate it?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
