บท 307: The Injured in the Palace

The curtain in the carriage wailed in the wind that was blowing, parting to reveal the green fields the carriage trotted by. Combined with the long rocky road, it was a timeless picture flick playing, rewinding and playing again.

In the corner of this picture, there was a black cloth that waved on. It turned into a black light that consumed the entire image.

The picture became bright, and the light revealed a scene of familiar flowers. When the petals unfurled, they opened to reveal Danzhou's cliffsides. A rough but warm hand reached down and picked one up.

The flowers on the rooftop of the residence were dried up by the forces of the sun and seawind. It also flavoured the tea leaves that they poured water on. The tea leaves and dried flowers twirled in the water, which darkened into a deep gold and amber color. Another hand reached out to pick the cup up and bring it to a pair of lips.