The sun was setting in the west, with the golden crow nearing the mountaintop, and a streak of red clouds shone through the western window.
Inside the room, the furnishings were plain and quiet. Yan Ning sat alone in front of her dressing table, combing her hair with the small comb, bathed in the golden light. The girl in the mirror appeared hazy, as if lost in a dream.
She had been bedridden for several days due to her illness, and today, she felt a little better and decided to get up and walk around.
As she reached the mirror, she realized she had lost her previous vitality, and her face had become extremely haggard.
When she picked up the writing brush used to paint eyebrows, she couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.
Looking in the mirror, she seemed to see someone else--a man who was focused and carefully painting her eyebrows.
But, it was as if she had already forgotten that face and could no longer remember his smiling expression.
