This book is one of Xiao Hong's masterpieces. She interprets the love of an era with her passionate pen, a beautiful and sad story. Nineteen-year-old beautiful Aunt Cui silently loves her elder brother, longing for a love that was impossible in that feudal and secular era, but she can only spend her life in various constraints until she dies. March arrives again, and all I can think of is my eldest brother thinking about Aunt Cui.
Very wonderful and very beautiful