That year was her favorite winter.
I still remember that day, she was still wearing a snow-white robe, holding a long sword, and the courtyard was filled with peach blossoms.
She! With skin as thick as gelatin and beautiful eyes, she is a peerless beauty who looks like a fairy in the moon. Her every frown and smile captivates the soul and turns her around a thousand times.
She is the peerless leader who is respected by thousands of people. She is the most beautiful gift from God. She is like the distant sound of a piano, blurry and misty. She smiles coldly, and her eyes are full of inextricable friendship and lingering.
She said she didn't like to laugh!
I have been entangled with many men all my life, what kind of emotion is between the frowning and momentary relief, the joy that is regarded as a treasure, the love that is as hot as fire, and the feelings that are constantly entangled.
One is a man who is willing to plant a garden full of red plums for her. One is the man she clings to for life. One is a monarch from a foreign country who has countless beauties, but is willing to make a lifelong covenant with her until death.
And him! The tenderness that penetrates into the bones eventually turns into mourning. Once, he exchanged the picturesque scenery for her smiles and nightmares like flowers. The peach branch is a promise, the red scarf is a seal of love, and the red thread is a knot in the hair. It wasn't until she died that she realized that the two people she loved were all his creations.
When the blue water fell from the underworld, she jumped into the cliff without hesitation, leaving the world behind and returning home together.
It turns out that she didn't know until the end that it was just a dream. She and he were ruthlessly teased by fate. She had always betrayed the world and spent her whole life. It turned out that all this love was just a love disaster.