"This...is this the Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling, right? Sister Shame!!!"
"I've always known that cheongsam is beautiful, but I didn't know it could be so beautiful, ah ah ah..."
"Just now it was the ancient beauties' parade, and now it's the modern Thirteen Hairpins. I boldly predict that there will be a dance later!"
"I'm here to do arithmetic problems again! There are 7 girls in Lirenxing, and 13 girls in Shisanchai. That's only 20 people in total. There is one person who didn't show up, there must be another dance!"
"So, in one week, Sister Wan and the others arranged three dances? It's amazing! This time in the Starlight Competition, our Chinese team is so awesome! Call our Chinese team!"
"Ahhhhh, 13 young ladies with good faces and great figures came towards me. This picture can be taken as a ready-made screen saver! It's so beautiful!"
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The barrage became a hot topic, and netizens stared at their high-definition displays without blinking.
The audience at the scene did not dare to breathe.
In the faint smoke, 13 stunning beauties in cheongsam came slowly. This scene is so visually impactful!
Needless to say, Ye Wan stood in the middle.
The hatred of leaving the country in the preliminary round has made all the contestants from all over the world remember her, as well as the audience at the scene.
Feitian deepened his memory of her.
At this moment, Ye Wan was wearing a coffee-colored peony long-sleeved cheongsam. She came all the way elegantly. She had a stunning smile on her face, but it made people in the audience feel that she would pull out a handful in the next moment.
Here comes the gun.
The same goes for the beauties around me.
The water-red cheongsam is embroidered with lotus flowers. When you stand on tiptoes and spin, it looks like a peach blossom blooming on the branches.
But no one knows whether that peach blossom will turn into a blood stain blooming on the enemy's chest in the next moment.
Cyan, green, purple, pink...
13 people, each wearing a different cheongsam.
The complex colors do not make people feel messy.
The swaying dance steps seem to step on the apex of people's hearts with every step.
Then, amid a burst of more intense gunfire, they fell to the ground one after another.
One after another beautiful figures appeared in front of everyone in such a tragic and decisive way.
It was deeply imprinted on everyone's hearts.
"Did you die? Ahhhh, I can't accept it! When I watched The Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling, I cried to death. I begged Sister Wan to give us a different ending, ahhh..."
"Ahhhhh..."
The barrage began to flood the screen, and the lights at the scene, which everyone thought would go silent, remained the same as before.
Gently and shallowly, it projects countless light and shadows.
And Wu Nong's soft words that made people feel numb in their ears and heartbroken started to sound again.
"...
I have a love,
Sing it for the lords to hear,
Dear gentlemen, please be still and calm your hearts.
Let me sing a song about Qin Huai Jing..."
On the stage, 13 people who had fallen to the ground curled up and slowly poked their heads out.
"...
The Qinhuai River flows slowly,
From Pangu to the present day,
The beauty of Jiangnan and the elegance of Jinling,
The garden is vast and deep,
Bailuzhou is full of water, a paradise..."
Standing up again, the 13 people did not look back, leaving only a graceful back to the audience, and then walked away into the distance in the rising white mist.
Above the head, the already dim lights gradually became silent.
The 13 back figures became darker and darker, and finally turned into 13 shadows.