She looked out the window intently, seeing the sunset in the sky. The courtyard is deep, and the pear blossoms are as old as before, slowly drifting in from a half-open mahogany window with Ruyi lilies and carved patterns. Swirling in mid-air and staying quietly. Pear blossoms are like snow, unchanged for thousands of years, even if the sea dries up and the rocks rot, the stars change, even if the world changes... She understands. Pear blossoms are also pear blossoms. They don't understand what people are thinking about, but they only make people tender and heartbroken... She also understands.
Now, the sunset shines through the pear blossoms, as if stained with blood.
On the top of the pear tree branch, the crow paused for a moment, let out a sharp cry of "ahhhh", and then fluttered its wings and left.
The glazed fan fell, shattering the jade bones with a snap, like pear blossoms on the ground outside the house. The tail of the fan, with its pale blue and almost white tassels stained with a drop of blood, is as beautiful as the last ray of sunset...