"Alas!"
A sigh came, and there was a girl standing on the Shuiyue Pavilion, with pieces of snowflakes falling in front of her.
"What's wrong?"
A purple cloak fell gently on the girl, and she turned around and smiled, faintly and sweetly, causing ripples in the boy's heart. The girl in front of her, against the purple background, is like a purple butterfly flying alone on the top of the cliff, looking so melancholy and faint. The thick bangs cover her forehead, adding a bit of charm to this still slightly immature face, and her skin is like gelatin in the snow; and the oval face of a typical Chinese beauty highlights her temperament and unique nobility.
