Chapter 68: Before the Curtain Rises_1
On the black-painted carriage, the large windows were wide open, allowing the cold winter night wind to pour into the compartment, dissipating the stuffiness within. From the open window, a pale left hand rested on the window frame. Long fingernails had been evenly painted deep purple, an eerie color set off by the snow-white skin, inexplicably gave a ghostly feel.
The carriage stopped by the roadside, behind it were parked a few smaller carriages. The door of one of the carriages opened, and a cloaked figure with a masked face jumped off, quick to run to the foremost carriage's window, and handed a stack of red papers to the pale hand. Two slender fingers gently pinched the stack of bright red invitations, retracting them back into the carriage and casually flipping through them.