First floor of the building.
In the midst of a happy and joyful party, a servant was lying on the floor, head buried, silent, like a corpse.
Ever since this servant that looked like a corpse lay here, the flow of people to the balcony increased dramatically, and soon the first floor of the balcony was filled up.
The smiles on the faces of the many beauties in the pavilion usually become brighter as the number of guests increases.
But today, the smiles on these beauties' faces are becoming less and less frequent, and in the end almost everyone can see that their smiles are extremely forced.
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