The Queen Is Stunning in the City

Xiao Yu Pavilion, candlelight twinkling. The drizzle is accompanied by candlelight, a little sad and a little warm. There was a faint sound of the piano in the evening, and the girl in red in the pavilion was playing the piano and waiting. She only plays the piano once a year at this time, and not on other days. She is waiting for someone. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind, accompanied by drizzle, poured over the pavilion, blowing up thousands of strands of hair, and a person floated in front of the pavilion, standing in the air. Holding a pot in his hand, his face is peaceful but urgent, and he can't guess. "We haven't seen each other for a year, and you're getting colder and colder by the day." The woman spoke, looked at him, and then turned her eyes to the fingers playing the piano. …