Mingyue Furnace

That raging fire burned away the carved and painted Liuguang Palace, and also burned away the last flower of wealth in the world. The bright red sky is like burning the sky, and the bright moon is like being in a furnace. Many, many years later, she was walking alone in the same bustling street, with people constantly passing by her, and the orange lights of the world lit up the eternal night of silence. She would still think of the young man in green standing in the dim light, like a banished immortal coming from the world through the smoke and dust. He said, you took my ancestral jade pendant, and you will marry me in the future, little princess. Those eyes held the cleanest smile in the world.