This is a classical romance novel that focuses on the growth and love of ancient women, and connects the transformation journey from the boudoir academy to the world of mortals. From the ignorant and graceful figure who entered the boudoir school as a young girl, to the gentle and tenacious figure who took on her own role after growing up, for more than ten years, every step has been soaked in the fragrance of books and the traces of wind and frost.
In the time in the academy, there is the persistence of burning the midnight oil to study books, the warmth of handkerchief friendship, the joy of winning the first prize in the poetry competition, the regret of being bound by etiquette, and the pure joy and sorrow outline the vivid image of the girl. Like this; when I first stepped into the world of mortals, I groped my way forward with youthful trepidation. I encountered the unpredictable coldness of people's hearts and the ambiguity of the road ahead. I also encountered the warmth of holding hands to protect each other and the confidant who met the opponent in chess.
There are no shocking legends in the book, only the true journey of ancient women between ethics and true heart, and the bits and pieces about perseverance and choice, confusion and sobriety, which have resonance across time and space. From the talent of writing paper to the calmness of smiling at the wind and cloud, from the ignorance of the first love to the determination of holding hands and growing old together, every experience is a gift of the years. I hope readers will encounter the tenderness and strength in troubled times between the words, and understand the tenacity and love of women's growth.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
