"The Year of the Feather has passed, the Year of the Year has come, and the world is in such chaos, how come there are still people coming to this shabby little sect?" "Don't say it's weird and good-looking, but it's a pity. I'm pretending to be noble." In the woods 100 meters away, a woman was lying on a tree, drinking wine, muttering to herself, "Brother, why don't you keep me?" A gust of wind drifted by, bringing tears to her hair and slowly falling...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
