Since ancient times, women in Red Mansions have been dressed in romantic and sentimental outer garments. Under their gorgeous brocade robes and jade clothes, they are full of poetry and painting. Even if they indulge in the world, they still maintain their awe-inspiring enchantment.
Who says beauty is so ruthless?
The brothel girl is always covered with heavy and gorgeous wings, and at the same time, she is sad alone on the moonlit night bridge. They have been betting all their lives, betting against time, and the only and biggest bet is that fragile life, that life that is like a weak willow supporting the wind, and will pass away in the blink of an eye. The so-called beauties have a bad fate. They always drift away in an instant when they are almost separated from their beautiful dreams. Even if they search the end of the world, it is difficult to find their traces.
Xiyan, why didn't you keep the promise under the pear tree?
The world is so big, where do you want me to find you?
Tan Shuangye could have been sitting on the throne, hugging the beautiful woman's hands, but now she could only use her silvery whiteness to hold up the loess, mix it with her tears, and let her lovesickness flow.