Butterfly Valley, deep at night.

on the xuanyue, the Mid Autumn Festival is approaching.

the bamboo shadow is mottled. A woman in white is waiting in the deep bamboo forest. The white yarn covers most of her face.

I saw that the door of the underground palace opened slowly, and a little vigilance flashed in the empty eyes, which was fleeting.

here comes Han Yu. It's still that snow white, gentle, quiet and introverted.

"master."

"kite is back."

Han Yu reached into her arms, patted her on the shoulder, and asked in a whisper, "what happened on that day of hunting?"

"back to the master, the mountain road is rugged....