I went to the place where the green poplar tree once folded, and without saying a word, I lowered my whip and walked all over the Qingqiu Road.
The sky is filled with decaying grass and there is no thought, and the sound of wild geese is far away heading towards Xiaoguan.
I don't hate the hard work in the end of the world, I just hate the west wind, blowing dreams into the present and the past.
How long will it take to travel tomorrow? The condition of my clothes is the fresh cold rain
--Nalan's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
Someone said, "The young lady of the Xia family is a beauty..."
However, contempt, jealousy, and rumors spread...
The faces of the neighbors varied: "Have you heard that the young lady of the Xia family broke the test record of No. 1 Middle School today and got the highest score in history..."
"My son said that the young lady of the Xia family has a beggar suitor at school... Isn't this an evil act..."
However, another day, this small town that could only rely on creating rumors and talking about gossip suddenly received news that made them so overwhelmed.
"Did I hear this time that the young lady of the Xia family was burned to death..."