The sparse clock reminds me of dawn, the plum makeup is first applied, and the makeup is light and even. The bronze mirror reflects the thin silhouette of the woman. The hibiscus is still as green as the face and the willows as the eyebrows, but the spring is not green yet, and the temples are silky? Tears gurgled over Qingxuan's watery eyes and fell to the ground. A gold and white jade hairpin in the casket dazzled the eyes. It was sad to see the token again, and I only regretted that it was gone to the end of the world. Qingxuan hurriedly turned his eyes, and outside the Qian screen window, a swallow fluttered past its wings. After it was gone, it was still covered by the carved eaves and was lightly dusted.
Wushan Is Not a Cloud
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