"Shaoan," the cold young man stretched out his hand and pulled the sleeve of the woman in red who was looking down at her nails that she had just dyed with platycodon flowers.
The woman didn't even raise her head and snorted lightly, but a little emotion was leaked out.
"Don't blame me." The cold and cold voice was obviously coming from the person in front of me, but it was swirling around in my mind, which seemed like a trick commonly used by demons.
The beautiful armor made a small sound, oh, it was broken.
She came back to her senses, slowly retracted the corner of her sleeve that was being held, and picked it up with her fingers that were as fine as green onions. She raised her slender eyebrows in a nice arc, and suddenly touched her bunted hair. A thorn hairpin slipped down and touched the young man in front of her. Startled, she moved back a few steps. When she saw the distance, she stopped smiling. With only the exquisite makeup and the immobile grace remaining on her face, she cut off the sleeves and held them together with the thorn hairpin in the young man's hand, which he didn't have time to tighten.
As I walked past, my breath was filled with the fragrance of gardenia.
The previous conversation entered the sea of consciousness like lightning,
"If you betray me"
"If I betray you, how will you treat me?"
"I will return Jing Chai to you."
The wind blows, and the strongest fragrance of gardenia enters the nose.
Intention: Self-awakening