Mingming, even though separated by such a distance and a veil, everyone felt that the moment the girl blinked, those long lashes seemed to sweep across their hearts.
At the same time, a breeze blew past their hearts.
White clothes and skirt, white veil brushing the face.
Mingming was dressed in an extremely cool manner, yet because of the eyes behind the veil carrying a smile, everyone felt an added sense of cheerfulness and liveliness.
It seemed as if she was a palace lady sneaking out to enjoy the spring.
As expected, the music was cheerful, and so was the girl's dance.
When the tinkling fiddle gradually elongated into the sound of the horsehead fiddle, the girl glanced back at the direction from which she came, her beautiful eyes filled with incredulous shock.
But in just a moment, the shock transformed into crystalline tears.
The music gradually became urgent and mournful, the girl continued running, while on the big screen, the yellow sand filled the sky.
