In her previous life, all the splendor and beauty lasted only an instant. Everything had been nothing but a dream. What did it matter that she was unwilling to accept it or let it go...
Could she change it all in this life?
Through the misty rain, she still walked into that grand dream...
On the Naihe Bridge, as wails of misery echoed around her, Fu Qinghua refused to drink the bowl of Meng Po’s soup.
Fu Qinghua, do you regret it?
Never.
In the end, she drank the Meng Po soup after all.
The dream seemed real and unreal, truth and illusion all intertwined.
Only the person before her made her feel even the faintest touch of reality.
This time, she would not leave him again. This time, she would not ruin this life.
When the wind rises and the rain falls, the dream of our reunion will begin anew.
Si Nan, I’ve come to see you...
