Xing Huan was in the study room, and her mentor was sitting in front of her.
"Master Mingzhi, what do you think of this poem?"
The man was old and had dark puffy yet piercing eyes, with hair tied up his head. His long beard was as if snow. His appearance was peaceful and divine, she utterly missed the moment she had spent with him.
He began to read the poem out loud,
"Was there, a girl,
Kissed the wind, the softness of her hair,
The stars twinkled, kissed her blazing eyes,
Her hands danced with the clusters of wild oat,
A lone girl danced amidst shadows,
A lone girl danced amidst shadows,
Beyond the meadow, where life flows,
There no wind blows,
Lives a cursed throne,
Poisons her virtue,
A lone girl danced amidst shadows,
A lone girl danced amidst shadows.
Pleaded with her the heavens, to stay
To stay,
Heard the girl sound of devils, mocking her,
