Wearing Flowers and Brushing Leaves

By the time Coltsfoot left Chang'an, the thirty-eighth summer solstice had passed. There are lines on the forehead, dust on the shoulders, and lonely white hair. On the east side of the room, a clumsy and rough beauty vase was still placed on the red painted wooden table that had long since peeled off. As for coltsfoot, it is a precious thing that cannot be compared with anything in the world. In front of the water chestnut mirror in the west, she should have been arranging her hair with her own hands, and the smile on her face was like a peach blossom in spring. She could no longer stand behind her. He untied the red rope from his wrist and wrapped it around her long hair. Once the rope was tied, it could never be untied. Coltsfoot always remembered the shy smiles of the two people in the mirror when he said this to her, and the kiss he gently placed on her forehead. Put the bottle in the east and the mirror in the west, wishing you could forget it. Qingdai came to visit her once, knowing that she could only use this to comfort her. After all, there was no one in this world who could accompany her to visit her anymore. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.