Yun Ji looked at the ceiling with his eyes, the carved window lattice, and looked intently for a while, savoring the sweetness and fragrance remaining between his lips, and then with a clang, the chain broke again.

The clouds were swallowed up by the morning sun, and the day fell again.

One by one, the figures of the people poked out from under the eaves of their houses and began their day's work.

Although the fear of demons has not disappeared, compared to the narrow aisles where nights and days are no longer worries, it seems that as long as there is sun, all evil will be burned out.

Children are bouncing up and playing in the streets, and there is always a wrinkled corner of their eyes behind them that can't let go of their eyes.

Yun Ji couldn't wait for the night, she quietly stepped out of the threshold and closed the door behind her.

Then he dodged in the shadows of the flowers, listened to the footsteps on the path disappear, and shuttled between the shadows of the trees as fast as he could.

Cautiously searching for the door. The skirt brushed the green grass, and the newly changed skirt was stained with the smell of osmanthus.

The scent of this flower is easy to distract.