The beauty is intoxicated by the red willows and the moon, her eyes are charming, and her face is sleeping. The pistils are falling ten miles away, reflecting the sun and the rain. Too lazy to put on makeup and lightly paint on eyebrows, rouge painted, pearls and jade broken. The clouds and mountains are lingering and the twilight is dim, the smoke is green, the willows are green, and the begonias are wilting. A hundred years of comfort, looking back on the past. After thousands of years of waiting for a beautiful woman to return, her youth fades and she becomes haggard.
He said that the most beautiful thing in the world was her gentle smile in front of the light green lotus pond in the ten feet of soft red. Her smile made time and him drunk.
For this reason, he smiled and was willing to bind himself to it, never to be freed.
To her, this person is like the moon in the mirror or the flowers in the water, blurred and unparalleled in all things, and their elegance is unparalleled.
She is just a little fox, how dare she covet him as the Heavenly King?
One wrong step, one wrong step after another, and after turning against each other, where will he and she go?