Superficial injury
At dawn, I saw the falling red stain on the jade curtain, but I didn't expect to be haggard and hurt my beauty.
The rain has stopped, the dew has fallen, and the wind has lifted it up. A brief taste of Jian Jia is heart-wrenching.
A word from the sky roars through the sky, but the first glow is reflected on the edge of the clouds.
The separation of love and hate turns into hatred, and now it is just a fleeting time.