Lu Palace, incense mist curls lazily, serene and harmonious.
Qin Ming leans on the couch, browsing ancient texts, occasionally rising to write his insights at the desk. Qing Yue's green hair cascades like a waterfall, her eyebrows and eyes gentle, her slender hands flying, playing the zither by the window.
The fragrance of scripture mingles with the profound sound of the elegant zither, weaving a period of tranquil time. Turning their heads, the two of them exchange a smile, hearts communicated, feeling peaceful and joyful, forming a warm and intimate picture, surpassing three thousand forms of prosperity.
Qin Ming alone takes the Moon God Flower, picking it from Creation, and expresses his innermost feelings, cutting off his melancholy. Upon returning, he enjoys relaxation and leisure, wishing to dwell in this moment forever.
He's leisurely and carefree, but the outside world is in chaos, as if the sky is about to fall.
