Beside a stench-filled stable, Xiao Quan woke up from a haystack.,Under the moon, a slender maiden hid behind a nearby tree of longing, hearing Xiao Quan's poem. Her heart stirred, drunk in the quiet beauty of its imagery.,Hesitated for a moment, wanting to take a step forward, but after a while of thought, she turned and left in a hurry, leaving only a faint scent of wildflowers in the air.。