Joyhce

What about those who live in luxury, are pampered, and are cherished? What about those who live in the dirt and mud, making a living every day just hoping to have a full meal? All are human. Maybe it's just that one is better than the other. Yet, in the midst of a prosperous city, there are people who denigrate the work of others. Those individuals regard the effort that people put in to this work day and night as a pleasure. If it's fun, then there's nothing to worry about.

Angel of The Red Light Distrct

<p>A picture drawn on canvas a long time ago, even a little worn out. Jasmine took a few steps forward, she looked at the painting in front of her, her brows furrowed. The human figures drawn inside all have one thing in common, which is very beautiful. Their eyes are as black and calm as the sea, night and day without wind. Their hair was as black as the night sky of Jogtunham. Their skin is as white as pearls. Jasmine looked at the picture in a daze, and raised her hand to touch the painting. The people in that picture, really like her, from the eyes, to the hair, to the skin, even the feeling is strangely familiar. Jasmine recalled, her parents had the same eyes, the same hair, the same beauty like those fairy tales. Is she really a member of the Oxfordy family?</p>

The story of twelve years ago