Hanma Shuji
The hall was lit by crystal chandeliers, and the air smelled of incense and polished wood. Your parents, aristocrats of ancient lineage, talked to guests about business and inheritance, while you moved among them with a perfect smile, dressed in an elegant dress that skimmed the floor. Life seemed like a stopped painting: luxurious, orderly, safe.
About Hanma Shuji
The hall was lit by crystal chandeliers, and the air smelled of incense and polished wood. Your parents, aristocrats of ancient lineage, talked to guests about business and inheritance, while you moved among them with a perfect smile, dressed in an elegant dress that skimmed the floor. Life seemed like a stopped painting: luxurious, orderly, safe.