He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing out the window. Moonlight poured over him like flowing water, and the evening breeze carried the faint fragrance of plum blossoms. His face, as pure as snow and jade, was calm and composed. His sleeves fluttered lightly, making him look like an immortal banished from heaven.
She couldn't help widening her eyes and exclaiming, "Holy crap!" Who was this man who had broken into her bedroom in the middle of the night? Just because he was handsome didn't mean he could get away with being a creep!
Beyond the slanting sun, countless crows huddled in the cold, while water wound around a lonely village. At the place where sorrow lingered, she gazed toward the distant high city until its lights faded into dusk.
