Splashed ink landscape, cinnabar seal.
Her face is as pretty as jade, and her brows are all charming.
Her hair is curled, her makeup is heavy and she is relatively silent.
When we first met, we had a startling glance.
I just sigh that my smile is thin.
The paper and ink are smudged, and her face cannot be painted.
The fish sinks and the wild goose falls, the moon closes and the flowers shy.
I only heard his name, Mo Juxuan
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