During the seasonal rituals, beasts leave their skins behind, geese leave their cries~
Years are easy to pass by, four years have gone by since we last met.
The eighteenth year of Jingping, mid-autumn.
"Miss, Miss, time to get up, time to get up..."
Accompanying the bright female voice were knocks on the door, the thudding sound persisted continuously~
The morning sun had been rising for some time, its bright rays shining upon the earth.
In Qingyi Garden, a scene of reluctance to get out of bed was being played out.
Ah Tao's round face showed helplessness, she knocked on the door again, conveying the lady's instructions: "Miss, the lady said if you do not get up, she will personally drag you to breakfast."
Inside the room.
A young girl wrapped herself in a pink brocade quilt like a cocoon, trying hard to block out the sounds from outside: "Can you not call me? I practiced late yesterday, you have no idea how many mountains I flew over..."
Ah Tao: "..."
