"An antique room, with peach red bed curtains, pink hanging gauze, and a small three-legged incense burner emitting wisps of green smoke. The exquisiteness everywhere can tell that this is a woman's boudoir. Beside the Eight Immortals table in the room, a young man in blue played with the cup in his hand, but his eyes were always fixed on another person in the room, the woman who was applying makeup in front of the bronze mirror. The woman's back was turned to me, and I couldn't see what she looked like. I could only guess from her graceful figure that she was a beauty. The dark room was quiet, and I suddenly realized that it was night. A man came to the woman's boudoir at night. There were only two possibilities. They were either a couple, or..."