"Gu Li, you're fine," Youran said softly. She looked coldly at the man in a dark robe in front of her. Silver like frost was scattered on his body like a waterfall. There was a faint smile on her face. The summer cicada also made a squeaking sound. A gust of evening breeze blew through the bamboo forest, rustling the bamboo leaves, and the leaves that were blown away by the wind drifted in the wind. The scattering blocked Youran's sight, and she couldn't see Gu Li's face clearly. She slowly lowered her head and sighed, but she accidentally caught a glimpse of red on Gu Li's waist. It was a well-embroidered navy blue sachet, with a pair of loving mandarin ducks embroidered with red thread on it. Youran's eyes felt numb and she turned her gaze away and stopped looking...
"Princess Yujiulu Aman of the Ruru tribe is my wife," he said softly, just like that day on Youran Mountain, when the red maples covered the ground and they stood in the afterglow of the setting sun. He said to her affectionately: "There are thousands of good things in this world, but they are not half as good as leisurely"...
Leisurely ran towards the protruding mound, and suddenly the floor-length skirt of Xiapei's clothes wrapped around her ankles, causing her to trip on the snow. Leisurely slowly got up and looked at the bright red wedding dress on her body. She felt that the color was too bright and warm. She raised her hand and took off her red clothes and threw them on the snow. The cold wind was biting, and the wind and snow mixed with the biting cold slapped her lifeless face hard. She saw the mound of dirt right in front of her, and her stiff body trembled slightly, slowly Pushing aside a handful of withered yellow weeds in front of the mound, a fragmented wooden sign was revealed. The bright red handwriting on it was vaguely legible, which read, Shen Mo's Tomb... She remembered the small note she had written to Shen Mo: "From now on, we will never meet again in the mountains and rivers. Don't ask for the beautiful woman." "Long and short" she read out word by word, her heart ached like a knife, and her tears surged down like a flood. She threw herself onto the snow and cried, shaking the dead grass on the ground... The snow fell harder and harder, gradually submerging the wooden sign and her.