The rain of flowers rustles with the wind,
The prosperity is gone, and the remaining clouds are shining red.
Where can we meet in the vast sea of people?
Years pass by, but love is only a dream.
——"Prosperity is Young"
I still remember that they met each other on the bridge of Hongchen that year.
He is clad in luxurious purple clothes and stands in the wind.
He said his name was Shi Weiyang. ． ． ． ． ．
Tingfeng Xiaozhu, he took her to see the wonderful painting on the table. In the painting, a peach mark and cinnabar between the woman's eyebrows showed off her youth.
He turned his eyes to look at the person beside him who was gazing in amazement.
He said that such a beautiful forehead would look even better with this peach blossom. ． ． ． ． ．
If it was a destiny of destiny, why did it happen to be a bad relationship?
Rubbing into the eyebrows stained by lovesickness, who was betrayed by that cold and ruthless expression?