1
The setting sun was stained with blood, and the walls were broken. She stood proudly, her tattered clothes were fluttering in the wind, the brown earrings on her right earlobe were shining brightly, and a touch of Yin color dripped down the stream, which was strange and beautiful. In the pit of his heart, the sharp knife was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it penetrated from front to back. Sighing softly: "I'm afraid Qiao Yu won't survive now."
Behind him, the woman smiled softly: "Yes, it's time for Qiao to disappear."
Facing the blood in his eyes, he closed his eyes in disgust: "Then, how about calling 'Jiao'?"
"Jiao means bright and clean. Yes, if Nanzi comes from the south of the Yangtze River, it should be called 'Zijiao'."
2
May seems to prefer green. From the time it first appeared in the wild to the present, no matter how the style changes, it has always been green. And on her fair cheeks, the newly made vermilion earrings shined brightly. These two colors are suitable for her, but when matched together, they are particularly awkward.
Zi Jiao narrowed her eyes and stepped forward: "Hey, May, your contrasting colors are so striking - so unique!" The ending was long and annoying.
Hugging her in his arms, Wuyue smiled extremely boldly: "You have good taste! In fact, my girl likes red. And I think that all the colors in the world are worse than green."
Zi Jiao twitched the corner of his mouth imperceptibly, and raised his forehead: "I see... Then your girl won't be called October..."
"You really lived up to my expectations! Ah Jiao, you are really smart!"
"..."