At dusk and dawn, the simple and quiet streets are blown by the breeze with a chill. Seeing the beauty of the sunset disappear in the west, a long-braided girl in a black Tang suit quietly leaned against the tree, staring at the colorful sky. The stars have appeared, and the sharp eyes of the black hawk perched on the shoulder are dyed red by the dusk. The girl stands at attention and walks forward into the wind, with the red silk silk behind her flying in the wind. He glanced at the parchment roll in his hand again, and there were three big words written on it: Admission Letter. The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression calm.
You can't escape. So he said in his heart.
The girl stretched out her arms neatly, and following her master's movements, the black eagle spread its wings and flew high into the sky.
The dusk was getting darker and the moon was about to rise. A black cat sat on the high roof of the attic, its green eyes following the retreating black figure.
The legend begins here.