Chrysanthemum Hairpin Yellow

During the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th of that year, I encountered many things. When the sky was getting dark, I saw a woman in strange clothes, with an elusive smile in her green eyes, and she elegantly handed me a box. I gently blew up the thin ash on the box and watched them float and sink in the afterglow of the setting sun. With doubts, I guessed whether it was Pandora's box, and I couldn't even choose, because the moment I opened it, I was already in the past...