Ming Yi couldn't remember the first time he secretly hid on the roof of the dignified Yuehou's mansion, like a thief, stealing the bright moonlight that belonged to him.
To be honest, this kind of behavior that is similar to voyeurism is really disgusting. At least, if someone were to spy on her like this, Mingyi thought, she would definitely use a whip to make 108 holes in that person's body.
However, she really wanted to let the elegant little marquis in the window beat her up. At least in this way, he would know her existence.
The sun was shining brightly on the top of her head, and the heat steamed on Mingyi's face layer by layer along with the fragrance of Buddha flowers on the distant street. The dense watery red slowly spread from the roots of her ears to the corners of her eyes, as if a woman had used the most precious rouge to carefully trace the peach blossom red makeup before getting married.
However, Ming Yi never uses rouge.
Rouge will make a young woman feel confident. As a shady warrior, ego is superfluous and even fatal.
And, how can a person who does not even exist himself deserve to stand in this bright moonlight...
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