She is returning to the city at night, and her body is dyed with the fragrance of calligraphy and ink of poetry, music and Chu Ci.
He is the gentlest of villains and only obeys her words.
The Hu pen is stained with smoke and ink, and the Hui Xuan is plain white.
Her writing and painting, her thoughts.
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# Female painter and her collector #
◆I love you, how can it be just a whim◆
Author's column:
*Series of archived manuscripts*
I have been wandering for a long time, and I have loved you for a long time.
