At night, Fox King City, Wangjiafu residence.

Late at night, in a pavilion in the Royal courtyard, Danxuan sat alone on the balustrade of the pavilion, leaning against the pavilion pillar, looking at the remnant moon reflected in the lake below, and drinking a drink in the moonlight. At this time, the young man's face seemed somewhat lonely, and he was a lonely watcher.

"Song of wine, geometry of life?" Danxuan took another drink of wine and suddenly felt that the scenery in the world was so beautiful that it was a kind of happiness to live.

After another sip of wine, the pot was empty. This is the third...