Qingyulu

A sapphire flute, a young musician, a knot of time, and a journey home without knowing when. I never believe in fate, but sometimes I have to rely on fate. The love, hatred and hatred in the world are like heavy shackles. The more I want to get rid of them, the more entangled I become with them, and eventually I am imprisoned and unable to extricate myself... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.