The world of mortals is like a tent with nine gauze curtains.
The fragrance is warm and soft, so I always linger in it willingly, and Shi Shiran is drunk.
However, I always forget that it is so thin that it is almost transparent, but I still can't see the shadow inside even with all my efforts.
Across this hazy room, everything in between is filled with purple energy.
Even though he could clearly see the silhouette, the place he reached out was already ashes.
Conception: