The candle flames, submerged in the breeze of the night, shivered, the darkness attacking like thick fog, and not having the slightest intention to retreat. The evening dew condensed on the eaves stopped as they fell; the rolls of firecrackers, left behind by the children, stopping as they were fanned into a fire by the winter wind; even the scent of sulphur, disrupting the mind's calm, threading through the crack of the window, stopped. There was only one person wandering outside of time; she wore a beautiful, graceful qipao, and had raven hair, red lips, a jade face, and passionate eyes, so beautiful it caused one's heart to tremble. Her slow steps trod in the corridor, her footsteps light and agile, as if she were treading on clouds. In the small crack of time, memories flashed like rustling quicksand; in the Warring States period, she'd only just woken, and had drunk a mouthful of morning dew, walking bare-foot towards Xia Ji. As the Great Ming fell, the Qing army enter...