A box of rouge reflects the sadness of spring and autumn. Lin Sanshui traveled around the world with a cat and a close friend. She has seen many partings, but she has forgotten that she is just a fairy with flesh and blood. Forgot that story with its own ending.
"So, are you going to give up on me now?" Matang Tou stood on the cliff, staring at Lin Sanshui with his bright black eyes.
"Yes, goodbye." Lin Sanshui smiled and threw away the rouge box in her hand. The next second, she turned her head, leaving a trail of smoke and dust. Tangtou was pushed off the cliff by a white tail.
The rouge box also shattered.
