In the waterside towns of Qinhuai, scholars lead carefree lives, beauties enchant, and song and dance fill the streets...
This is the golden age celebrated by men of letters.
Qin Xia, whose soul has crossed into this world, thinks he ought to drink himself to death in this land of gentle pleasures. But seeing the refugees before him, their bodies gaunt as skeletons, he starts to suspect that this golden age isn't so secure after all. Better keep his distance.
“Xiaomi, what would it take for us to have fun every single day?”
“Um... We need food to eat, clothes to wear, things to do, books to read, and candy too...”
Xiaomi rattles off a long list. Qin Xia gets a headache listening and finally sums it up:
“I get it. You mean we have to overthrow the whole world!”
Xiaomi's little mouth opens into a huge O. She thinks, Is that really what you should take from this?
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