From that day on, they traveled through the world together, working hand in hand to paint the majesty of the country and the beauty of the women. Whenever she stared at the beauty, he stared at her, and there was something vaguely unknown and strange in her heart. Like those women, her face was flushed. She was still dressed in men's clothing, and her face was rosy, which was even more strange. Seeing her like this, he smiled heartily. His green shirt was like jade, and his brocade shirt fluttered in the wind. He was also a young man with a beautiful tree in the wind.