Carrying the handle, playing the piano, and burning incense. One finger and one flick, the elegance is unparalleled. The corners of his light mouth raised slightly, and his slender hands gently moved. The gauze is graceful, and the beauty has an appointment. In the end, I missed it, in the end, my fingertips became cold, and in the end, the corners of my mouth froze. My fingertips scraped across the tissue paper, soaking up the scent of ink. The hem of her skirt is filled with the water of the lake, and her eyes are filled with mist. The string breaks and the song ends. Jun, how about reconnecting with you in the next life? Perhaps, the beauty has already been heartbroken.