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Clouds and mist, surrounded by lush green trees, beautiful.
On a cliff, there stood a man in white, with 3,000 hairs hanging down to his ankles, gently tied by a white hair band embroidered with caring shapes and bright red colors, which was very eye-catching.
Endless wind blows, blowing up his clothes and floating around with his black hair.
The man stood quietly with negative hands, as if he were a fairy who would leave at any time. But the red love in his hair makes him a little more dusty, less indifferent and less inaccessible.
"There you are." It is a gentle voice, but it has a cold and ruthless texture. He turned around, and the faint smile on his face was too beautiful to be described in words, which virtually kept people away.
A woman walked slowly towards him. She is slender and petite, wearing a navy skirt. You can't see any expression on your beautiful face, your sharp chin is slightly raised, but your big soft eyes are full of hidden affection. Her lips are a little pale. "I have something to tell you."
"What?" Clear voice against the wind, as if thousands of miles away.
"I remember that night." Women are obviously very ...