In that wedding dress, every stitch of embroidery is sewn by hand, and it will never be touched by others.

It's just the long night lonely lamp as the end of the story.

The green white fingers were pierced by sharp needles, and the blood was more red than the wedding dress.

Blowing off the dust, opening the box, the golden ornament Le Yan red shirt, reverently took it out, the shirt looked so petite, as if it was a child's style.

The gentle lady was sitting in the pavilion embroidering

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