Separated by half a bead curtain, her catkins were slightly lifted, and she was wearing a begonia red underskirt, which brought out her skin as white as jade. She held a round fan in her hand. The paintings on the round fan were not the usual flowers, birds, landscapes, clear springs, and seas of her daughter's home. They were just splashes of ink, with poems inscribed by Zhubi.
The breeze came and rolled up the corners of her skirt, and the broken hair was lining the swaying spots in her hair. She smiled, which was even more beautiful than the hibiscus under the pavilion. She suddenly pursed her lips and smiled softly. The fan covered her face, and people could only vaguely see the raised corners of her mouth.
Under the blue sky, her grace is charming, moving and graceful.
The crabapple red was originally a gaudy color, but when she wore it, it looked so elegant and soft, and in the sunlight, it seemed so bright that it made people want to hide her.
The red color actually matched her very well.
"Ahu..." She opened her thin lips lightly, making a soft sound along with the swaying of her hair.
It was the most beautiful sound in the world.
He sat up suddenly.
As far as the eye can see, there is darkness, not even the scattered candlelight.
I woke up from the dream...
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