[Ke Pi: It was originally a boring work waiting for a single line, but I recently had some free time, so I started to use my imagination QVQ]
The carriage moved quickly, passing through patches of new silk green land, leaving behind light gray indelible marks.
In the car, two figures were faintly flashing behind the red curtain, as if they were parting and embracing each other. Not long after, one of them opened the dark red curtain, revealing a third of the air raid. Half of the blond girl's face was vaguely visible, and she seemed to be looking around. After more or less light came into the small space, she pulled the curtain down again.
The land was uneven, causing the carriage to shudder and tremble as if it would fall apart at any moment. The real noise of the wheels rubbing against the bluestone ground was unbearable. The girl who had just appeared was leaning against the cold dark purple backrest. Her lips trembled slightly but she never said a word. In her hand, there is an old painting with obvious wrinkles. The handsome face of the husband in the painting has long been darkened, but she is holding it tightly as if she is holding a rare treasure, as if she is worried that something important will be destroyed in the next second.