Life is like a dandelion, seemingly free, but unable to control itself.
The streets are crowded with people, and every house has hung up a red lantern, gently swinging in the wind. The shouts attract passers-by to stop and watch, and the immature sounds of children playing in the streets and alleys make the bustling scene dazzling.
On the high platform in the distance, Yu Xi looked at the other end of the street. There was nothingness in her clear eyes. She pulled up her hat and covered her head, covering half of her face. A cold voice came in the air: "Nothing but sentient beings."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
