Xie Leiran An Lu
The crimson hairband around the wrist is wrapped with the last ray of warmth of the old friend.
All that remains in my memory is the figure disappearing in the white mist, and the red hairband hiding the secret.
Until Tan Jing, the eldest lady of Tan Mansion holding a gold pipe,
Use the cigarette holder to lift his hairband - the sleeping ancient runes suddenly burned!
Intention: lychee
