When she was young and knew little of the world, she dreamed of many possible futures. Later, when her spirit had faded, she said they would grow old together, hand in hand. So much time seemed glorious, yet felt more like a dream. Once the dust had settled, how many people had never left? Who had come and gone? Su Jingshu had seen mountains and rivers change color, and men fly into a rage for love. For whom had she sewn a wedding dress with her own hands, only to send it away to a distant land?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
