C72 paradoxical

The sun seemed to be setting very slowly in the palace, so slowly that it was almost frantic.

Shang Qing Master was leaning on the small bed beneath the veranda, looking up at the veranda. Unknowingly, half of a small and exquisite bird's nest had appeared between the carvings on the wall, and the two big swallow's beaks were filled with mud as they flew in and out. They were extremely busy