There were officials in government dress, scholars in white, swordsmen with their blades on their backs, and dandies in their frivolity. A single night here was merely sought for solace and warmth in the winter, for the highborn and the lowly, there was no difference.
On the second floor, beaded curtains separated each room. The shimmering bead curtains, under the illumination of the lights, resembled the crystal flowers fluttering about in the legendary dragon palace. They were also akin to icicles hanging from the trees on a snowy white ground in winter, compelling one to cherish the fleeting beauty that would soon melt away, with the advent of spring.
There was a performance on the stage.
