Beautiful souls dance in the air with the wind, and women with unparalleled talents and beauty become slaves for love. In the end, it is just a fight.
Even his skin was lost.
This is a curse that punishes those innocent women who should not pursue vain love. This is also a game, hers alone, to remember her hatred.
With her eyes blurred by tears, she could still see a smile on his lips, reaching out to her on the busiest street in the capital, just like before. It's about eternity, about life after life, but in the end, it's the smile of another woman.
"I am waiting for you in reincarnation, waiting to destroy you with my own hands." She gritted her teeth with hatred, but she never knew the truth of the matter.
Who can bear the moment when everything is revealed? Love is still love, but what are we left with?
A fluttering fiery red dress can't warm you, it can only push you into the abyss, and you will never recover.