On the tenth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, Wushen is in southwest Italy. It is not suitable to have a house and it is a good time to get married.
The country of Snow is peaceful and peaceful, with fireflies spreading light cyan light in the burrow. A woman in plain clothes is lazily smoking a cigarette on the cool wooden floor. Her slightly raised eyebrows and feet add a bit of fierce aura.
The years passing by carelessly, a face, a pair of lips, the shadow that disappears and appears, the woman takes another deep breath of cigarette.
Suddenly, I felt empty.