The winter wind blows through the dusk withered leaves floating up, the color of twilight, the twilight people, look back and see the sadness again, whether it is only the expectation after separation, whether it is only the waiting that has spent a lifetime, the cold plums have washed away the beauty, there is only attachment without struggle, it is so unforgettable, the past years have no regrets and no longer fear.
But when the wind calmed down, the environment changed, and everything stopped making noise, the scene before her eyes vaguely returned to her girlhood.
When I first saw him, the first thing my eyes touched was an earring in his left ear. The dark red tear-shaped blood jade was crystal clear and shining with a strange cold light in the rain.
Blood jade...
Blood-soaked beauty, precious, whose blood is it flowing?