After all the flowers have fallen, Zigui cries; with his voice weeping blood, he dreams back to the past. In the years of Nancheng, poetry and wine are gone; only stories remain, scattered in the wind.
It is a collection of stories, short and concise.
The cover was made a little early, so the name on it needs to be changed. It's "Nancheng Fenghua Lu". (But the essence is almost the same hahaha)
The article will be published after I have saved enough. You are looking forward to it and you can also save it early.
Conception: