Tears, beauty; cinnabar, charm.
A smile that captivates the city, a hundred generations of sorrow.
Blood, country; cinnabar, beauty.
A smile captivates the soul, and the world becomes cold.
No matter how beautiful your face is, it cannot match the beauty of that cinnabar.
Fangxin secretly promised, but in the end, it was just a waste of deep love.
After doing all the bad things, he will die alone, his face will be ruined, and he will die in a foreign land.
Is it your own fault, or is it excusable...