In a warm and humid dark night, Shan Xiaochun. A clean and slightly indifferent woman. She put on a silk coat that she liked very much. The smooth touch clings to the exposed skin. In the dark night. A passing breeze. A slightly cool breath gave her condensed brows a hint of abridged sadness. When the fairy tale turns into a sad dream of memories.
Shan Xiaochun still held her exquisite embroidered shoes in her left hand. There are large dark red peonies on it. Her right hand is always clenched, and her palm wants to remember the remaining warmth and the increasingly sparse memories...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
