The lonely plain is scattered with yellow sand, which casts the round rays of the setting sun on the fine and dense grains of sand, creating a halo of dusk and red.
The vast expanse of white tea towers above it, blooming with gorgeous and cool scenery. The white tea petals are mixed with a few hints of coquettish vermilion, hanging down along the narrow and intertwined lines, with bright red tips. The pale hands flowed through Yan Hong, red and white, especially enchanting.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
The bright blood hits the tender valve, blooming into a beautiful bright red flower. The blood threads extend all around, with long and short lengths and distinct layers. It often stretches and hangs down, breaking the ground violently, spreading out circles of dust, gradually moistening the soil with the residual heat of the setting sun, and then drying up in the yellow sand a little deeper.
A man galloped past, reining in his horse, and the horse's hoofs hit the wasteland hard. Turning over and dismounting, he wanted to see the sea of flowers, and passed among the bushes. But for a moment, he lowered his head and glanced, and his clothes were stained with filaments like blood. The man was startled and felt strange. He turned around and tried to follow the direction to support him, but he could not see where he had returned.
The moon rises and the moon sets, the sun rises and sets, the stars and rivers shine forever, finally above the yellow sand.
After walking for several days, he became extremely skinny. The remains finally fell over and the flower stems sprouted wildly. In just a few seconds, the man was covered and the sky reappeared, leaving only a handful of yellow sand.
From the gentleness of a small town to the prosperous capital city.
How much right and wrong is hidden in an era of blooming flowers.
Childhood sweethearts, Xiao Jia Yiqing, have a soft spot for sadomasochistic love.
Whether to abandon family ties and exploit love and climb upward, or to endure humiliation and survive with a heavy burden and move forward.
Is he caring for the people in an elegant way, a doctor with a benevolent heart, or is he leaving the scene because of love?
I love you, but I can't love you.
I will wait for you, beside the white tea in the desert.
I'm waiting for you, beside your beauty.
Purpose: Revealing the twists and turns of the times