The night sky that should have been dark was deprived of its due darkness by the bright moon. During the day, the majestic and vermilion-colored high city walls became increasingly arrogant and rampant under the cover of night, exuding a strong smell of blood, but because of the noble moon, there was a hint of loneliness...
I stood alone in the towering tower, laughing wildly and sadly. I have long lost the qualification to be pampered, and I have also lost my once transparent heart. Once upon a time, I was no longer Rouge, but I had everything, I became a Qingcheng, I had the beauty to captivate the country, and I was supposed to be used to confuse all living beings...
Smiling, I tightly pulled up the heavy beaded flower necklace on my chest. The surrounding air was squeezing hard against my chest. The biting cold wind blew my clothes flying, and the flower hairpin on my head jingled. My heart felt like it had been stabbed by the air. The wound was sadly exposed to the cold wind but I still couldn't breathe. It turns out that this is what you said... Sadness? It turns out that my heart has long been cut into pieces by the executioner named grief, and it is unbearable to look at. It turns out that it hurts not only you, but also myself...
Bailuo Mountain, within a hundred steps away, was the place where I used to spend my childhood and ignorance. I thought it was my lifelong home. But now, I can only look at it from a distance, just because it has become so out of reach...