After Being Beaten Twice at the Beginning, I Longed to Soar to the Sky.

Last night's stars and last night's wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang. The sound of the wind is frozen in the distance, but the sound of chanting is still lingering in the loop. A hazy, clear, bright and illusory purple is faintly seeping into the darkness. Looking in all directions, the field of vision is filled with faint light red, and thin golden strands are vaguely visible, creating a lasting and soft tranquility. There seem to be many colors, intertwined and scattered, even integrated without any distance. However, it seems that the only thing that can feel their breathing is that the stars are changing, but they have never left. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.