Legend has it that there is a bone-painting brush in this world that can condense the emotions and hard work, leaving the living dead with flesh and bones.
That year the willow breeze was light, his horse was flying in the dust, and his brocade bridle was decorated with gorgeous saddles. The young man in Jinling was high-spirited and reined up his horse in front of Mu's mansion. The woman he wanted to marry had Chunshan eyebrows and bright pink face, and a sliver of cinnabar on her forehead...
With flowers and candles in the wedding room, he got his long-cherished wish, and he opened his hijab with great joy, only to see a tear-stained face...
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