They came with empty words and left without a trace. The moon was slanting upstairs at five o'clock.
The dream is so far away that it is difficult to recall it, and the book is hastily turned into ink.
The wax illuminates the half cage of golden jade, and the musk smoke slightly embroiders the hibiscus.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being far away, and even more so because he was separated by 10,000 layers of Pengshan.
The heavy snow suddenly fell all over the sky, and soon it covered this place and every road leading to tomorrow.
And as I embark on an unknown journey, the road ahead is filled with uncertainty between life and death...