Preface
The prosperity of three thousand is like a dream and smoke. I am constantly melancholy, unable to tell my sorrow, unable to watch the madness, and unable to finish the last song.
Qin Ruoshui, a dreamlike woman, like a pot of tea, so light that no one can notice her. However, when the fragrance of tea fills the air, one realizes that she is definitely not a woman who can be easily forgotten.
A drop of cinnabar mole in the corner of the eye, a frown and a smile, but the softness makes people feel ethereal, and the deep sadness cannot be dispelled or faded.
Letting go of the teacup in her hand, she looked out the window at the lights of thousands of houses, but who knew how much joy and sadness there were in the lights.
Just like she lives in the water, although guests come like clouds, few people know the story.
I think someone should write a biography for them. Maybe she is a good candidate. So which other story should I start with?
He smiled softly, but the tear stains at the corners of his eyes added to the sadness.
She sighed slightly, these stories were probably too torturous...
Intention: