Walking past those elegant pavilions, she saw his back hidden in the dusk from a distance. She squinted her eyes, profiteer? At this time, he looks more like a handsome young man. She sighed slightly and was about to make fun of the profiteer when someone patted her shoulder from behind, but it was her father. Her father touched her head for a rare moment, took out a box of Lingyunge's rouge and put it into her hand. She quietly pushed back her tears and said with a smile, "Didn't father know that ink beads are not needed?"