Behind the curved screen inlaid with pastel porcelain, a woman dressed in a crimson kimono silently practices Japanese dance, forming a quiet and beautiful painting in the night.
Gardenia walked on the finely raked white sandstone pavement with small steps, and the small and unique attic was vaguely visible in the distance.
The night is getting deeper and the moon's shadow moves westward.
Under the cold moonlight, Gardenia seemed to see his stern and cold eyes glowing with a faint blue light. His eyes were as dark and deep as thousand-year-old black iron.
"Alas... Byakuya..."