Zuo Qiming squinted his eyes and looked at the pretty girl in red at the end of the road.
She stood there quietly, with a string of silver bells hanging on her jade ankles, which was so beautiful that it made people feel ominous.
But he couldn't see her face clearly, only her eyes, which were dotted with ink, were slightly curved, and the tenderness and tenderness that even the beauty of the world could not compare with overflowed out.
He should have seen her, he thought. But he could not remember that he had ever known such a girl.
So beautiful, yet so ominous. It was obviously just a casual glance, but there was some unspeakable pain in my heart for no reason, and even breathing was difficult.
Intention: love and pursuit, waiting and redemption