C198 The Dance of the Red Coat

Su Yueru folded her hands, the corner of her mouth raised slightly. Her beautiful face under the red veil was slightly flushed, her red lips were pursed, and her eyes were filled with shyness. Suddenly, she thought of a poem that she liked a lot in the past.

The spring light is in the window, dyeing the willows, embroidering the roses. The lovebirds are at the door