Cinnabar Robes, White Jade Glow: Fireworks and Lotus Lanterns

A story curtain falls into a dream, its pages filled with the scholarly scent of ink. In the poem, golden breezes and jade dew are better than countless things in this world. Beyond the poem, the mortal world is a hazy bustle. The stars stretch across the sky. Why count them one by one? I turn back, and there you are where the lamplight grows dim. I hope to see you waiting at your door, smiling at me with a fan in hand. Every stroke of the brush, every drop of ink, I give lightly to you. They say that if two hearts are joined for long, why care about day or night? I read the lanterns and their fragrant tales, as if reading a scene from your life. A fanfic from the Playful Jianghu series Premise: