The moon is like a silver plate and the stars like sand.

in this cold dark night shrouded in darkness, on a tower several stories high, a window is flashing a fine light full of complex meanings.

on the third floor of the Dian Pavilion of Dantang, Qingchen's hands are behind him, and his eyes are glued to a guest room not far away.

the previous elite came from the old man who was at the top of the Empire in terms of status and status, and where the old man's eyes reached, of course, was where Moran lived.

"Alas, I don't know whether this choice is right or wrong?"...