The half-moon head is intoxicatingly illuminated, and the beautiful shadows dance on the paper windows.
And wait until dawn, who is in the arms of strangers, and who has forgotten the way back.
Know your mistake? Nothing wrong.
I can't stop it when I go and stop.
Don't ask where the sedan chair is.
Thousands of piles of snow stirred up in my dream,
The flowers bloom and fade again,
White doves come flying letters,
Don't ask where you are.
Stories of time travel, fantasy, and cultivation. Hope everyone supports it. (This novel has been published in Chuangshi but has not been completed. Now the protagonist has been given a new soul. I hope everyone will like it.)