A beautiful and splendid woman, a long skirt with cotton thread binding tight the satin fabric, exhibited an exquisite and alluring appearance. Her tube top and blue butterfly outer garment sheltered her white skin. The surrounding blue stripes gave a dim blue light when examined carefully, and her sparkling and pure earrings hung, swaying in the wind; fine black hair dispersed across her shoulders used a blood red bellflower hairpin to pull up. Stuck in and tilting, flowing like clouds, it seemed like crow’s hair.
Thinly applied makeup, eyebrows like bent willows, and a light point of vermilion in the middle of her forehead, she seemed beautiful and moving. Her delicate hands kept a red sheet inside her vermilion lips, like blood. Her languid thoughts were hardly covered up. Her bearing seemed to be lazy.