If you wander among the stars and the sea, getting lost in the distant firmament, will you ever yearn for the bluestone-paved long streets and the sound of wind blowing falling flowers?
The advent of love has never been something one can decide. From the corners of the eyes to the brows, through every twist and turn, it can only be savored in detail.
Holding a flask of wine, Mo Ranchen walked as he drank. In truth, he rather disliked drinking alone, but at present, the people who used to drink with him were nowhere to be found. Within the vast manor, his purple robes radiated an air of nobility, and the maids and servants only dared to steal a cautious glance or two, not daring to disturb the distinguished guest.
Chapter 55