In an ancient-style garden in the capital, a young man was painting under the shade of bamboo, seated at a stone table.
He painted a girl in ancient attire, who was graceful and lively under his brush, as if a fairy of the woods, and he gazed at the figure in the painting with obsessive adoration.
Xiao Xiao, it's been a millennium since I last saw you. Where are you? I miss you so much.
I truly regret, regret not telling you back then that I didn't want to be a part of your collection because I wanted to be your lover.
A thousand years have passed, and I have returned to this unfamiliar era with the memories of my past life, but where are you?
Have you already vanished into the river of time?
"Young master, Miss Su has arrived."
A servant came to report.
"Do not see her."
Zhu Xiang's voice was clear and graceful, and a trace of disgust flickered through his eyes, as elegant as green bamboo.
