The man in a flawless white gown was leaning against a willow tree by the roadside with his arms folded. His long silver hair obscured his beautiful face. The corners of his mouth seemed to be raised slightly, and the branches rustled in the wind...
A woman dressed in bright red came to his side, holding a sandalwood fan in her left hand. Her burgundy hair was swept over her forehead. Her eyes curved into a beautiful arc when she smiled. Her red lips parted slightly and said, "Let's go."
"Oh..." The man stood up straight, and the willow branches that had been brushing against his shoulders fell down one after another like sharp knives cutting them off...
The woman laughed even harder...