The woman named Zhiyun answered and drifted away.

The woman in white sat on the railing, motionless. When the breeze blows, the snow-white neon clothes float up, seemingly dusty, but no dust.

Yuqing fairyland is quiet. The cold son looks at the elegant figure and holds his breath. He dares not move around. He is afraid of carelessness, which destroys this beautiful picture that has surpassed fairyland.

"Alas, cherish spring and spring, a few flowers and rain. Lean all over the fence, but no mood! Where are people? Days and days of grass, looking back to the road. The woman in white stood up slowly and leaned slightly. The voice...