The sky was getting darker, with billowing black clouds flowing over and lowly covering the eaves of Jiaofang Hall. The wind was howling slightly, and the few trees that had not yet shed their leaves in late autumn were swayed by the wind. The branches swayed uncontrollably and looked weak. The yellowish leaves carried dust and sand lingering on the gray-purple uppers of her shoes. She walked out of the palace door, looked up to the west, and could only see the sky above Shiqu Pavilion. She walked into the wind and walked slowly towards the Changqiu Gate of Weiyang Palace...
Intention: Justice and Loss