On the day the city was captured, my brother and I were among thousands of prisoners and followed the enemy troops to the enemy country. The fire at Fanglin Gate behind him suddenly started burning. The wind helped the fire, and the flames snaked to the end of the endless dark night. For a moment, everyone covered their noses and mouths and exclaimed, and the dull emperor brother finally turned around. And those majestic palaces, scattered eaves... Overlap with the light and shadow that have been blurred in the memory. A drop of turbid tears fell from the corner of his eyes, as if he was saying goodbye to the depths of the palace, as if he was saying goodbye to his wife Gong E, but he refused to look at his southern country again. I said to him: "It's all over, we should have sex." But he shook his head and said to me: "Nana, although the world is big, there will no longer be a place for you and me."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
