It was late at night and everyone had already gone to bed. However, the exceptionally beautiful woman in the pavilion was still sitting in front of her dressing table, facing the bronze mirror and combing her black hair. From the mirror, one could see how beautiful this woman was. All the scholars and scholars who saw her were fascinated by her and sang praises of her. When the Jianghu swordsmen saw her, they were all moved by her and sang the song of chivalrous tenderness. Even at this moment, the woman’s brows were tightly knitted together, but it did not damage her beauty. Instead, it added to her weak character and made her even more pitiful!
However, he did not know what had caused such a beautiful woman to be so distressed.!