Night Whisper of Flowers

Drinking wine and mourning under the moonlight pavilion, drunken dreamers laughing and asking for immortality. The light and shadow of the cup swayed on the silver curtain, and the sword was stained with blood under the tent. In the cold night, I didn't know that Lang was indifferent, and when I looked back, I only saw this sparseness in the world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.