In the red pavilion, the beauty sits alone.
Du Fanshui
With a phoenix crown on his head and brocade clothes, his golden steps swayed down to his ears.
There were beautiful things in life, but she stood there coldly without saying a word.
Once upon a time, she stood on the palace wall regardless of her power, just to be alone.
Light and shadow passed by, and suddenly, her heart died, she forgot, and she woke up.
The corners of his wry smile were filled with mockery of this hot and cold world.
The waves finally drove the lonely boat into the sea water until it was swallowed up.
At the bottom of the sea, she slowly closed her eyes and enjoyed the pain brought by power.
Some people, some things.
Once you make a choice, you can't look back.
It's not that you can't give up, it's that you can't let go of certain things.
Will you be willing to get yourself bruised and bruised just to get past the past?
To her, she is a person without a past, and there is a cliff behind her.
I have to move forward...