I don’t know when I’m here again. The dark space is empty and empty. It seems that there is no boundary. There is only a huge iron cage standing in the center, and the microfilaments do not move. Weak light sprinkles, a petite slender jade foot slowly raised, from the gap of steel bar, like the red apricot on the wall, unwilling to be lonely. It’s a beautiful little foot. Snow white, Yingrun, delicate, like a flawless jade. Although it is endowed with black color by silk stockings, but through the silk like transparent silk stockings, still vaguely visible inside the snow-white fragrant skin. It slowly lifted, toes straight, instep straight, swaying, stretching in the air. It’s like showing, and it’s like luring. A beautiful track slowly across, it gently fell on the ground, motionless.