There was panic outside.
What are you in a hurry for?
Hanliu's eyebrows were slightly lighter, so she picked up the eyebrow pencil and lightly outlined the peaks of her eyebrows.
What to draw?
A peerless beauty who dominates the world, or a pink lady who is slightly tipsy with spring water?
But these were never Hanliu.
Hanliu is just the woman who loosened her ink silk, did not apply green powder, and only held up a tung oil paper umbrella that had faded the color.
She would stand at the end of the lonely rope bridge, quietly waiting for Brother Xun, waiting for him to come find her.
He once called his nickname, and said with a childish face but solemnly: "Xu'er, one day I will take you to other countries to see the snow falling all over the sky."
Hanliu smiled and nodded: I am waiting for this day.
Today, he came with the promise he had made, but she, Han Liu, regretted it.
She would rather not, would rather keep that promise and wait for him for the rest of her life.
The sound of killing outside was loud, Han Liu sighed.
Even if the catkins are flying like snow all over the sky, she will never see him again in this life.