Ji Ning lives through the nights of the Autumn Palace, while the Fifth Princess bleeds in full bloom
Their lives intertwine, merging into a blizzard sweeping across countless mountains
The scarlet palace gates, the low-hanging covered walkways, a golden goblet in hand, and a sudden wave of drunkenness
A sheet of paper drifts over, written in his hand
It says: In life and death, we made our vow together
Note:
A short story I wrote in ninth grade, just youthful practice. My artistic ability was lacking, and both the quality and the values are quite bizarre, so please don't scrutinize it too closely.
Theme: Sleep until a natural death
