C150 Cunninghamia Lanceolata Thunb

In the early morning, when the sun had just risen, the city which had a clear and slanted splendor that covered the entire Pavilion of Ascending Mist seemed to have a layer of faint golden color. From afar, the entire Pavilion of Ascending Mist seemed quiet, ancient, leisurely, and deep.

Today, there was something different about the Pavilion of Ascending Mist — silence reigned everywhere