After a while, the singing prostitute returned again, carefully taking out a rouge box from her bosom and applying makeup in front of the copper mirror.
The rouge was particularly vivid, yet somehow the singing prostitute's face was very pale.
A pale face paired with bright rouge, it seemed like she was applying Yin makeup, preparing a funerary appearance.
The quiet crow and blackbird just watched on like this.
A moment later, the singing prostitute seemed to have finished her makeup, then lay down on the bed, carefully tucked the rouge box under the pillow, and fell asleep.
In the deep of night, the blackbird descended, trying to retrieve the rouge box but lacked the strength.
The crow swooped down, its claws probing sharply, grabbing roughly, directly holding the rouge box from under the pillow.
The singing prostitute woke up in shock, turning to look, but the blackbird had already pulled up the quilt, tumbling it into the air to block her view, then spun and dashed away.
