Outside the flower window, there were a few rays of light dimly illuminating his profile, making his face buried in the darkness and under the dim lights. Lin'an City was bustling with people coming and going on the streets. It happened to be the Lantern Festival. Children were walking on the street with exquisitely crafted lanterns in their hands. The corners of their clothes brushed against each other, taking away a gust of wind. There was an endless stream of shouts from vendors and a dazzling array of goods. There are many foreign merchants doing business in the city. Boats are popular on the river. Occasionally, large commercial ships sail by. Most of them are river lanterns put down on small boats. Star lights illuminate the river that blends with the night. Looking around, countless Kongming lanterns are dangling in the sky as if even the stars are eclipsed. Listen carefully. The laughter seems to be lingering in this high building.
However, the mortal world has nothing to do with him.
Pilgrims in the temple were coming and going in an endless stream. The incense smoke was filled with smoke. A lot of it drifted into his room. The scent of sandalwood and incense were mixed together. He squinted slightly. The pen and ink were rendered on white rice paper. The shadow of the candle flickered on the table. He was in a wing in the temple. The furnishings were simple and not exaggerated. For him who doesn't like to be too ostentatious, this is undoubtedly not the best place. After all, this place is remote and quiet enough. He also believes that they will not find him so quickly. He is dressed in a plain gown, two wine glasses on the small table, a crystal coffin, and a red line that is so messy that he can't tell where the head is and where the tail is. That's all he has.