The Legend of Sword and Fairy IV: Lisha | Weaving Dreams

Along the courtyard path to the flower pavilion, swallows chirp as black swifts dart through willow leaves. When the green peaches bloom, spring is warm; beyond the gauze curtain, the faint scent of dragon's-breath incense flickers.

The bronze mirror gleams, powdered butterflies perch. After playing the konghou, only the chill of clear spring water remains. A gentle breeze brushes my face as I unfold my long robe; black hair winds around my fingers, knotting into a thousand tangled strands.

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