Under the night sky which is as gorgeous as the day by the fireworks, a white veiled woman comes, and the white shirt is flying

the noisy viewing Pavilion suddenly became quiet. All the people turned their eyes to the people from afar. For a while, they were surprised, praised, ridiculed and despised all kinds of eyes converging in the distance like a spotlight.

I looked at the woman from afar who looked like an immortal. I couldn't help pulling the sleeve of lazeze's clothes and saying, "zize, beautiful woman..."

"not as good as my noer..." he looked straight at me with full and tender eyes, holding my hand gently...