She was indifferent, her snow-colored skirt was flying like a painting, and when she looked back, her three thousand blue hairs disappeared.
He is enchanting, dressed in red like blood condensed, and when he lowers his eyes, the beauty of the morning has become the beauty of the evening.
He was clear and clear, with emerald green eyes covered with flowers and green shades. When he turned around, he lost all his sincerity.
She said to him: I won't kill you, but I will leave you.
Thinking about Qianchen again, he said: I will kill you, but I will not leave you.
He felt dejected, was he the foil or... The master of this beautiful dream?