The Consort of the R

As the sun sets in the west, the evening glow paints the sky with a myriad of crimson hues.,In an instant, the boundaries between heaven and earth vanished. Heaven and earth became one, bathed in a crimson glow, like a human hell.,The most bustling place at night was no other than the taverns and flower streets. Beautifully dressed courtesans from the red-light districts leaned against the railings, waving their handkerchiefs in the wind, inviting customers with their charm.。