She was lucky enough to be born into a noble family in Tianhuang, as if there was nothing in this world that she couldn't do, couldn't keep, or couldn't get? Later, due to political intrigues, dark nights, everything went against one's will, and every step was difficult, in just ten years, that young and pure heart had to be buried in the bottomless abyss. Life can only last a hundred years, Chu Anyue only hopes that these days will pass faster, maybe one year, one day, one afternoon when the sycamore leaves are falling...
After reading it, my heart sank.