Yang Feng went straight in, as chance encounters surpassed the guitar string;
Shadow and Yin collided, irregularly grinding against the grain.
Whenever the baby's voice cried out, each wail felt rushed;
Lifting the swaying feet, at times a fragrant breeze was sensed.
Indulging in emotions with sudden spurts of speed and slowness, looking down as well with a glance out and then in.
The woman's color changed, voice trembled, hairpin sagged and bun became messy, her glance swept sideways, and waves entered her temples, with the comb positioned low and the crescent moon nearing her shoulder.
...
Just as it's said, a topsy-turvy sleep eluded, and the rooster's crow shattered the pre-dawn sky.
Not until the East lightened and the cock heralded the dawn, with the distant faint sound of roosters crowing, did the great struggle rest.
"Wait, a rooster?" Jiang Li lay on the bed, his eyebrows raising.
Where would the Dinghu Sect have a rooster from?
Then, he remembered someone.
