"It's five o'clock in the morning, and it's raining in March under the flowers." Jinxuan looked at the dark blue sky and thought lightly. In fact, I had no sleep all night and got up early. Spring camellias are already blooming, with large blooms bearing stamens, and some who can't control their temper even bloom unscrupulously. She half-leaned against the flower bed and was stunned. The cold wind in the morning mixed with the drizzle was perfect for the occasion. How great would it be if she could bloom as unscrupulously as this flower? So, is there no need to pretend to be so hard?
A beauty can grow old in a blink of an eye, and become beautiful in an instant. . .