Peach Blossom Ghost Face

There are thin grasses in the forest, and there are flakes of cold rain and evening breeze. A thin, lonely soul, with only one person to eat. The lonely spring platform calls for you all over the place tonight. Dimly, there is a glimmer of ghost light, revealing the peach blossom face. You are the person I am marrying through my three books and six etiquettes. Conception:.