Beside the Qinhuai River, the moonlight was like silver. Beneath the peony blossoms, Chu Qiu leaned close to the beauties, vowing to live a life of romance, drunkenly resting his head on a beauty’s lap, and laughing at the affairs of the mortal world. But fate is fickle, and in the end, he couldn’t withstand King Yama’s cold scythe. His soul, like a fallen leaf returning to…