The cold wind blew wildly, blowing away the few scattered clouds.
In the cemetery, in front of a tomb, the woman's long black hair was scattered randomly, but her cold and arrogant face became so haggard at this moment. Holding a simple hibiscus in her hand, the woman took off her usual layers of masks, her thin body trembling in the wind. At the age of twenty, he was shocked by the right and wrong. At the age of twenty-one, he was so scheming that he even killed his parents in exchange for his own interests. People respected her and feared her. Who would have thought that such a cruel and ruthless person could once have a carefree innocence and a happy smile.
"Love is a very troublesome thing. It becomes entangled as soon as you get started and it's hard to get out."
This was something her best friend once joked about, but now that it was over, she had nothing to say.