The song like a waterfall pouring into a spring is still lingering in my ears. In an instant, things are gone and people are changed. Her waiting is like a cuckoo in the autumn wind, which has withered before it blooms, and its leaves are weeping with blood.
He came to welcome the bride. He was dressed in a bright red python robe and his bottomless black eyes lit up her delicate face. She dressed him in the complicated Chinese Xia Pei, and the phoenix crown on her head was heavier than the happiness in her heart.
He came, but not to marry her, but to leave the red brocade holding her in the hands of others. When the young child lifted up the red scarf covering her face and clamored for her mother, at that moment, her happiness grew old in an instant.
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