Hanging in mid-air, swaying constantly, although my head was growing increasingly dizzy, I still took in every detail of the room.,All eyes beheld a crowd clad in homespun tunics, their waists cinched with pale cloth belts. Both men and women sported long hair, styled into loose topknots atop their heads. The faces of the elder men bore etchings of hardship deeper than the yellow earth itself.,He was an orphan, but after several attempts, he became a fluent-speaking business vice president. Due to the lack of a family, he liked to sneak into flower fields, regardless of lonely women or naive young men, they all fell victim to his charms, and he lived a carefree and happy life.。