Upon arriving at the back door of the Holy Palace, Q pushed open the car door, straightened his collar, "Wait here for me."
With those words, he lifted his steps and walked inside.
My mind was completely blank, what is this? Didn't understand a word.
Q walked to the door of the room; the silence was frightening. He knocked on the door, "knock knock knock," three sounds.
The door opened automatically, he took a deep breath, and stepped inside.
Compared to the grandeur and luxury of the Holy Palace, this exceptionally large bedroom had a quite archaic decor, giving one a sense of traversing time, exquisite yet elegant.
The light curtains gently fluttered; on the Red Pear Wood Carved Bed, a graceful figure reclined, a white gauze robe flowed delicately, mingling with the night's haziness, amidst graceful curves, glimpsing a hint of natural magnificence and charm.
