The song, cascading like a waterfall into a spring, still lingered in her ears. In an instant, all had changed. Her wait was like a cuckoo in the autumn wind, withering before it could bloom, each leaf stained with blood.
He came to escort the bride, dressed in a bright red python robe that set off his deep, unfathomable black eyes and lit up her flowerlike face. She wore the elaborate bridal robes of the Han people for him, and the phoenix coronet on her head weighed even more than the happiness in her heart.
He came, but not to marry her. Instead, he placed the other end of the red brocade sash tied to her into someone else's hands. When that little child with dangling hair lifted her red veil and clamored for his mother, in that moment, her happiness grew old all at once.
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It was well written, and it would be even better if Cha Zhu had a happy ending at the end.
It was well written, and it would be even better if Cha Zhu had a happy ending at the end.
I like the author's writing style, the writing is beautiful