At the foot of the mountain, it was supposed to be white, but today there was unexpectedly a touch of stunning and gaudy red. A girl, about fifteen years old, with an exquisite face, an elegant and silky temperament, and a slender but graceful body stood straight up. Although people were rushing her to get up, Arrogant, but her mist-stained eyes still held a trace of hope. She kept looking back, unwilling to leave just like that. Her fair skin was made even paler by the red dress, which made people want to pity her. It also made people's urging less anxious, and they didn't want to disturb the beauty.
After a while, the girl seemed to have given up. Her beautiful eyes were no longer bright, but just ashes. Amidst the cheers of the people, she stepped up to Huajiao.
When she lowered the curtain, her eyes were filled with red, so red that it stung her eyes, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down. From then on, Wu Xueshan was no longer her home, and he was no longer the person in her heart. From then on, she missed you forever.