The Qin Wind Blows the Moon and Reminds Me of the Red Luan

About This Novel

Objects passed down from ancestors always have a kind of magic It makes people want to explore the secret behind it... Nian Hongluan was no exception. She wanted to open the heavy wooden door every moment and take out the family heirloom from the secret compartment behind the bookshelf. But grandpa always said: "It is just an ordinary oil-paper umbrella. There is nothing special about it except that it is a little older." Until that night she finally "succeeded" Looking up at a sheet of spring clouds Thousands of red silk threads under the bow of the head In a blink of an eye, tens of thousands of crystals rain down An ethereal voice Only the moonlight shines on the glass

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