"This junior's surname is Xun, and his name is pronounced with one Chinese character." His eyebrows were curved and warm.
"Oh, but are you thinking of someone?" Ming Jing's voice was frivolous and charming.
"Good sister, don't make fun of me." She pretended to be disgusted, and the light in her eyes was touching.
The green jade fingers twisted a wooden comb, and carefully gathered the hair close to the ears and temples, "Tsk, tsk, that's it. Those who are thinking about it, must hold on tight, don't ruin this wonderful longevity." The black hair flowing like ink seems to flow endlessly like the Li River.
A pursed lips smile that captivates the country.
He just leaned forward and couldn't hide his smile, "If I really have such a long life, will my sister still be able to see me?" With a shake of his hand, he took out a small gadget from his long sleeve and made a tinkling sound, "Aren't we all people who have died once?"
The beauty with combed hair paused in her hands, straightened up and looked at the bronze mirror in front of her, "In the early years, the water in the Li River was really cold, what do you think?"
She turned around with a mark of cinnabar on her forehead.