The corners of her eyes and eyebrows had already been stained by too much wind and frost, too much fatigue, and even too much amorous feelings added by him. But Yi Yuan is still so clean, like a piece of white paper that has never been painted on.
She was immersed in this long dream, thinking that this look was worthy of his liking.
She had been waiting for him for so many days, but she didn't dare to let others know her waiting and uneasiness. She only waited for one sentence - a good play, but if it was overacted, it would be boring.
In the end, she had to choose to leave, taking with her all the secrets of her past and present life, but she was still reluctant to let him go. So when she left that day, her long white fingers caressed the cold armor that he had not yet worn, touching him inch by inch, and then carefully tied the knot.
This was the last tenderness she could give him.
So very good.
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