C474 If There Is Love in the Sky There will be Old Age(1)

On the public road, a black horse was galloping with flying dust on it.

The person riding the horse was a white-clothed young lady. Her eyebrows were like the distant mountains of Mo Dai, and her gaze was as clear as the moonlight, flowing in a myriad of patterns. There was a teardrop mark on the corner of his eye. It was alluring and enchanting, and couldn't be touched