Look Up at the Way the Wind Blows

The night was cool as a breeze when Murong Baixue walked alone into a brightly lit, bustling restaurant. “Last night’s stars, last night’s breeze; west of the painted hall, east of the cassia chamber.” Their meeting lacked the poem’s romance, but it still had a touch of theatrical flair.

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