Pale smoke and thick mist,
Withered flowers dance across the sky,
Music and song fill every corner,
The night chills to the bone,
Where can I find a place to call home?
This story involves transmigration. The female lead isn't saintly or naive, just a little silly. Maybe, probably, possibly, it might have a happy ending... (gets swatted away)
Anyway, expect some authorial craziness and an irregular update schedule. Enter at your own risk.
