Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman who could read ten lines at a glance, ten lines as beautiful as a painting. Her smile and frown could topple cities and countries. This beauty can be said to be beautiful! However, did beautiful women have love? Or the sweetness of love? Or the pain of love? Or the pain of love? However, the beauty of love was like a river rippling in spring, yet it was also like a gentle breeze blowing past. Love is deep, love is sincere, love is moving, it makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. The beauty's pursuit of love was like a delicate flower that still bloomed beautifully in the baptism of time.