Mu Jiu suddenly woke from his dream, his glazed eyes flashing with a hint of ferocity. He opened his eyes to see a bamboo forest outside the window, the green washing away the glaring red in an instant. The ripples in his gaze gradually subsided and...,Wei Xue nodded and turned to leave. Mu Jiu sat up and walked to the bedside. He hadn't had a nightmare in a long time.,There's a saying in Beijing to describe this street of pleasure: "Drunkenly Reclining Amidst Wind and Moon, Discussing Romantic Tales; A Half-Step into the Red House is Already Immoral."。