The breeze in March caused the hanging willows to sway.
Under the willow tree, stood a woman covered in white gauze. She was dressed in white. The white gauze on her face was blown up by the wind. Even with a slight glance, she could see that there was a beautiful face hidden under the veil. The man standing next to her was even more outstanding. He had a handsome face, a tall nose, and beautiful lips, giving him an unattainable sense of dignity.
After a long time, the woman turned her head, looked at the man beside her with a pair of beautiful eyes, and opened her red lips lightly: "The moon is white, the country is beautiful, and the beauty is more important."
After hearing no reply for a long time, the red lips under the veil revealed a sarcastic arc.
"I understand, now that you have made your choice, I will help you," he said and left without looking back.
Looking at the woman's leaving figure, a crack finally appeared on the man's cold face, and his eyes were full of sadness. He murmured in a low voice: "Yao Yao, you have to wait for me."