Drinking alone and lying down drunk, attracting the jealousy of others.
This is a collection of short stories, some poetry, some prose. In this quiet time, I brew a cup of tea for you. All sentient beings, count their reincarnations, nine hundred births and deaths.
These stories themselves are not related in any way, they are just made in my spare time, just for the sake of being a storyteller.
Maybe there will be a colorful battle, maybe there will be this graceful and gentle Jiangnan.
Maybe there are the passionate knights and swords, but also a little bit of depression.
This is just a cup of tea.
Five colors of stray light.