[Hua Xi]
I smiled and put on a phoenix crown, a rosy hat, rouge, eyebrow lines, and cherry lips.
The entire Qiao Mansion was filled with joy on everyone's face, and no one said that our husband is not a dragon among men, and is proud of the world. We are the most beautiful brides in the world.
However, my heart is like broken glass, and each piece reflects my haggardness. When I look into the mirror, I no longer have jade for my muscles and bones, and snow for my skin. There are no more clear eyes, no red lips. What is reflected in the cold bronze mirror is only my temples, which have turned white overnight.
Gongjin, three thousand silk threads of sorrow have fallen all over the ground, always accompanying Qingdeng Mengjun.
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[Jiying]
Hua Xi. Jiying.
Sister, do you know the origin of our names?
Huaxi is the sun, Jiying is the moonlight. Although he is not a man, his elegance reigns supreme in the world.
And as you know, the sun and the moon cannot shine together. After all, the moonlight cannot illuminate the entire sky as brilliantly as the sun.