The girl told him that her name was Xiang Wan. Xiang Wan means "good night". It's a nice name, he likes the feeling. The girl's eyes were very dark, as black as the night sky above her head.
Xia Beigu walked to the bedside, took the oil painting that had been placed beside his pillow, and looked at it carefully. Her back in the painting is still so pure, with a charming charm across an unfamiliar distance. There is a line of very beautiful small characters in regular script in the lower right corner.
"There is a feeling called like".