The evening breeze caressed her face and blew her black hair. Tonight, she is surrounded by warm happiness and her heart is flying. Her mouth slightly curved, raising a smile of snow. The beauty of the fairy posture and jade capacity is instantly generate, and it is inexplicably elegant. The place where she stood was crowded with people, and her graceful posture leaned against the ancient wood, which made her feel lazy. At that time, she attracted countless chasing eyes. Her stunning appearance and beautiful temperament almost make people think that she is a fairy who never leaves the dust.
It is raining in Mao Mao, and the air seems to be covered with a layer of smoke. When Mu saw a thin white figure in the hazy drizzle, all her doubts were answered. Under a smoky blue oil umbrella, white clothes fluttered, and a stunning woman kept coming towards her. Even her usual walking posture is beautiful, with gentle steps and elegant movements, just like dancing. White as snow, skin with a long white dress. As soon as the wind blows, the skirt horn sleeve robe fluctuates gently with the wind, making her as elegant and refined as a fairy falling from the sky.