Is she a graceful dancer with flowing sleeves, or a beautiful, green young man? The cold and brutal Marquis of Xiaoyao roams among women, carefree and unrestrained. Is the uncontrollable stir in his heart for her or for him?
Hatred and love alike dissolve into a spring dream. When he wakes from exquisite pleasure, the cold emptiness beside him reminds him that the night's tenderness was nothing but an illusory dream. But the faint, lingering fragrance seems to tell him the truth is not so simple.
