Later, a woman appeared, with a scar across the bridge of her nose and a back injury that always flared up on rainy days. Wherever she went, she would only stay for three months, just a little longer than two. By chance, she saw Han Dynasty robes again. She tried to keep her distance, but happened to see a man pick out a water-blue outfit from among the many hanfu. It looked vaguely familiar. She turned away. In the mirror, with her makeup removed, the scar was still there. A lie from Yun Wen, meant to last a lifetime, had let the burn from the incense be inflicted so easily.
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The more I see words like this The more I miss the Jiangnan where my dreams were broken Sure enough, in such a water town, Chinese fairy tales are as unrealistic as Cinderella? Haha... Maybe I just left a message after seeing the Hanfu...