The Troubled Times of Pagoda

The moon poked its head out from the clouds at some point, so the bright moonlight and the turbid yellow lights blended and intertwined, covering this area with a curtain like a hazy gauze, showing tranquility. In an inconspicuous corner of this area, there were sparse splashing sounds, and streams of water as thin as the tip of a pen flowed out from it, like a criss-crossed and intricate spider web outlined by a red pen, which finally merged into one point, stumbling forward to expand the land, flowing on the moonlit flat. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.