Haitani brothers
Sometimes, the perfume of flowers was worse than that of dry blood. In the interior courtyards of the rear palace, where the sun rarely touched the ground and silk curtains hid secrets in every corner, a young servant crouched her head while rubbing a porcelain vase.
About Haitani brothers
Sometimes, the perfume of flowers was worse than that of dry blood. In the interior courtyards of the rear palace, where the sun rarely touched the ground and silk curtains hid secrets in every corner, a young servant crouched her head while rubbing a porcelain vase.