In the real world, the bright crescent moon hung in the sky.
The cold wind blew the bits and pieces of dust and other things on the surface of the floor. Bright light could be seen from a window, expressing to the outside world its master's restlessness.
Qiu Yuan's hair was cast on her shoulders casually. While sitting cross-legged, her delicate little hand picked up a crystal-clear raisin from the side and put it into her mouth. Her room was full of all kinds of dolls; a pile at the corner and a pile on her bed. She likes sleeping with little McDull in her arms.
Without any image, she used her toe to tap the touchpad of her notebook. Qiu Yuan opened a few of the hotter posts on The New Age forum, looking through them with relish.