C221 Zigzag

And at this moment, waves of coquettish laughter sounded out.

Three or five women walked into the garden under the crescent-shaped arch. The woman in the middle wore a purple dress, her long sleeves fluttering in the wind, her soft waist exuding a myriad of styles. She was pretty, her long hair tied up, and her golden tassels swayed gently with her laughter