There are hundreds of beauties in the world, and naturally there are also thousands of sorrows.
The injuries can be roughly divided into two categories, one is external injuries and the other is internal injuries. For a woman, the most tragic thing is external injuries on her face and internal injuries on her heart.
During the years of whispering, I watched the spring flowers bloom into the winter snow. Have you ever raised your eyes to look at Chanjuan, and imagined that one day in the future, you would meet such a charming man, and they would care for each other and be infatuated with each other?
Yes, because even if she is as miserable as Xianyun, she has encountered such an unforgettable past, and there has also been such a beautiful man, who once held a wooden comb to smooth her hair and sang with her the song of combing it to the end.
However, that past never really belonged to her.
Everything is just a mirror image of someone else.
Ever since she woke up in Jili on a Qingming day with heavy rain, the lingering and pathos of the broken time has often appeared in Xianyun's mind, just like the scar on her dilapidated face, which made her extremely confused.
Until that bright moonlit night, Xianyun met Linyu among the fiery trees and silver flowers, and painted her with a little makeup and flowers, allowing her to have a beautiful face again.
It's just that the scars on the face are easy to cover up, but how to heal the scars in the heart?