It was getting late, the cicadas were chirping, she felt sleepy and lifted the curtain, and the breeze picked up a few strands of her hair. Although she was no longer young, this scene still looked like a standard beauty to others, but what about the beauty? . "Looks like I can't wait anymore today," she thought slightly disappointed.
Traveling all over the south of the Yangtze River, she never met anyone, in the twelfth spring of her life. .