With a light red gauze curtain and a swaying red candle, she stepped into this apocalyptic situation wearing a brocade wedding dress.
The storm is turbulent, the world is singing blood, and reincarnation is happening, how can you find your beloved?
Whose ink strokes fill these beautiful mountains and rivers? Whose astrolabe laid out this war song of troubled times?
In this life, her heart is empty and her tears are gone. She only wants to live a life with books as companions and stick to the ink, and she doesn't care who lives this kind of life with her.
The tree wants to be still but the wind is not stopping. Let's see how a little girl triumphs in this world chess game.