The blood memorial ceremony was solemn and grand.
In the middle of the blood-colored lake, a beautiful woman stood facing the wind, her snow-white dress fluttering in the wind. The veil was lifted up randomly by the wind, and her perfect chin, jade-like skin, and gorgeous red lips made people imagine her stunning beauty. The wind blows...
There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent. A smile can captivate a city, and another smile can captivate a country.
Would you rather not know the beauty of the city and the beauty of the country? A beautiful woman is rare...
What will happen to the saint's love? Will this be the fate? To be a disaster for beauty? Or be a miserable beauty?