"Do you hear someone singing?"
"Here, flowers bloom in profusion, here, the light shines as bright as blood, here lie buried the most beautiful legends of this world."
"I think you will hear the singing, I think you will walk into her castle, to unveil a story immersed in thousands of years."
"But remember, it is freedom that you yearn for."
...
When Xu Shuo opened his eyes, he saw a blaze of fiery roses through his dim vision.
The environment around him was rich and deep black, but the cluster of roses by the windowsill was so red that it seemed dipped in blood, dripping onto the black railing, highlighted by the dim atmosphere and extremely eye-catching.
The roses spread from outside the window, interweaving and twining around the armchair by the window.
The chair, edged with red velvet, looked noble and soft, and upon it quietly rested a deep amber violin.
There was a dead silence here, surrounded by darkness.
Only the colors over there were exceedingly rich.
