Shen Weixi sat in front of the peony mirror, with a childish face reflected in the mirror. In the past twenty-eight years, the brows have already been stained with the cold frost of winter plum blossoms. She has not removed her plain white mourning dress, and the wedding dress densely embroidered with gold threads on the dressing table is glowing with a dazzling red light - tomorrow, she will take off this plain body and put on the red dress, from the legitimate daughter of the Anding Marquis Mansion to the filler of the Zhenbei General Mansion.
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At first, it wasn't that she was an old aunt, but why was it her mother behind the scenes? Then I felt like I didn't know what I wanted to express, and the rhythm felt sloppy.
At first, it wasn't that she was an old aunt, but why was it her mother behind the scenes? Then I felt like I didn't know what I wanted to express, and the rhythm felt sloppy.