The World of Common People with Half-Face Makeup

She was the concubine of a prime minister's family, and was known as a zombie. She had a vaguely beating pulse and traceless breathing. She stood there for a day without uttering a word. She was so cold that she had no breath of a living person. She was more like a puppet without a soul. It is said that she is as ugly as a ghost, mute in speech, cold and heartless. In the eyes of the world, she is just a living dead who can vent her anger. In the eyes of her so-called family, she has long been a dead person. The alternation of life and death, rebirth from the ashes, Qingque in hand, demonic flowers on her face, darkness swept across her phoenix eyes, leaving only the color of death, like a ghostly Shura seeking life in the netherworld. When she could speak, she felt cold and ghostly. When she has the will, she turns living people into real dead people. When she was in love, she was only ruthless. When she looked back at dusk, with half of her makeup on her face, who's heart was broken? You have practiced in front of the Buddha for thousands of years, spelled out the Nine Heavens' Sanskrit sounds, gathered the incantations, and the oaths you recited day and night. In this life, thousands of layers will bloom only on your eyebrows.