With a placid heart, I have grown accustomed to the passing seasons. Who can wash away the world's grime? "You're covered in blood again. It's not a good look," Lian Qian murmured softly. Yi Jiuwei, eyes glinting with mischief, smiled and asked, "Then should I change?" "I have no reason to tell you what to do," Lian Qian said, turning to leave.
Theme: Orchids are easily crushed; jade remains pure even when broken.
