Translator's note: A lovely friend helped me figure out how to properly link footnotes, so I'll be slowly going back through previous chapters and linking them properly. My apologies for the period that I wasn't able to figure out how to do that - When A Yin pushed the door open and entered, there was only a little bit of chaotically scattered light, which floated from the bed and flew out through the wide open glass window. A Luo laid on her side on the large, Western-style mahogany bed, fingers strewn at random and rising in the air, the stream of light from the jade butterfly of just now remaining. She had never seen the spirited A Yin cut this sorry figure before; her hands were wrapped in her nightgown, embracing her waist, and the colouration on her face had collapsed into confusion, the grandness of days past gone, withered as if bok choy that had been trampled on. The bok choy lifted her gaze to her, her eyes still restraining the lustrousness of bok choy, impolitel...