An ancient figure, a magnificent chapter in the East's fantasy world.

In the garden of the night, a young woman with a black, red and embroidered dress leaned on a plume of Zhu's varnish, and she was cold and her eyes drifted, and her first encounter with a young man who was supposed to be in the cold, but who was in the flash of a candle, and the man suddenly came in and took her hair in front of her, and she swung, and she breathed, and her ears were swung, and her hands were swung, and her ears were swung, and two people were getting closer, and her fingers were holding his sleeve unconsciously, and her eyes were warm, and her feet were swung, and she swung away, and she swung her breath, and the light was still on him.