That night, the camellia trees in the back mountain were in full bloom, and their alluring red color was even more brilliant than the karma fire rising to the sky in the villa in the distance. The fifteenth moonlight poured down quietly, and the red flowers all over the mountain seemed to be dyed with a layer of enchanting blue, as beautiful as the flowers on the other side of the road to Huangquan.
That night, life was floating around. What could you and me, ordinary people, do?