They met gracefully in the dim water of the south of the Yangtze River. It was just a short glimpse, but it seemed that a half-life love had been written.
Her back figure always appears in dreams, with a hint of shyness and a hint of hesitation. As she turns around, her waterfall-like hair gradually flies clearly in the wind.
When he met her again, the smoke was filled. She was wearing a plain cheongsam with a lotus color, a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and her face was stained with blood, but she walked towards him step by step.
At this moment, the calm look in her eyes made his heart tremble.
She walked closer slowly, raised her head, just smiled at him, and then passed out.
He jumped off the horse and hugged her crumbling body. A smile reached his eyes, and those charming eyes sparkled. He sighed. The reality at this moment seemed to give him a sense of stability and security that he had never felt before.