The pearl on the phoenix crown suddenly touched my eyebrow bone, and I opened my eyes in the dazzling red.
It's not the off-white ceiling of the bedroom, it's a crimson tent ceiling embroidered with lotus flowers. When the tassels fall down, they brush against the cheeks, carrying an old powdery fragrance, like the ones that were peeled off from grandma's wedding dress at the bottom of the box.
"Well..." I couldn't pronounce the complete syllable in my throat, and my tongue tasted a little like rust. He raised his hand to lift the curtain, but found that his wrist was wrapped around something. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a piece of scarlet satin, tied in a tight knot, with a tiny "" embroidered at the end of the thread, and the stitches were as dense as a spider web.
This is not my hand.
The back of the hand was whiter than in memory, and the joints were as thin as a freshly cut bamboo branch. The fingernails were painted with kodan, so red and purple that they looked like they were dyed with blood. I sat up suddenly, and the weight of the phoenix crown made my cervical spine hurt. The bronze mirror swayed on the dressing table, reflecting an unfamiliar face——
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
