Spring flowers and autumn moon enter the poem, and the day and night are scattered immortals.
The empty rolled bead curtain has never been lowered, and I have moved a long couch to sleep on the mountain.
——Yu Xuanji's "Ti Yinwu Pavilion"
Based on memories + real time line.
Gentle reminder of logic issues.
Fate update. Don't rush.
Concept: A short story with a messy timeline