Snowflakes drift down onto the stone lions at the general's mansion beyond the Great Wall, and onto the thin shoulders of Li Keyun, the humble adjutant's daughter. That year, the land was shattered. Amid the roar of artillery, five-year-old Keyun was clutched in her mother's arms as they fled south in panic with Commander Lu's family. The rumbling wheels rolled through the sorrows of the White Mountains and Black Waters, carrying a tender childhood bond, and the age-old, unbridgeable divide of class!
In the glittering bustle of Shanghai, neon lights dazzled. Beneath an old plum tree in the back garden, young Keyun's eyes reflected the figure of the Lu family's son, Erhao. A copy of New Youth, a sweetness kept secret, a heartbeat held back! The fire of first love blazed like a wildfire across the plains, burning away all the girl's reserve and innocence. Their vows of eternal love still rang in her ears, yet she was already carrying his child.
The storm struck without warning! One cutting remark from Madam Lu, Wang Xueqin, calling her “a lowborn wretch,” crushed her fragile hopes. Her lover's retreating gaze was a blade of ice! Her dignity was torn away, and she and her unborn child were cast aside like trash, while she and her elderly parents were pushed into the abyss of fate. Their miserable, drafty hovel became a purgatory of poverty and illness. The cold little body of her son, Niansheng, dying in her arms, drained the last warmth from Keyun's soul! Years of madness became her only armor against heart-piercing pain, leaving her loving mother to tie down her wandering spirit with a cloth strap, tears in her eyes...
Heaven took pity on her! A ray of light pierced the gloom and roused her from her despair. Yiping, an old acquaintance of the Lu family, came to her aid and forced the timid Erhao to face their painful past. The floodgates of memory burst open! The betrayals that had scarred her to the bone and the piercing grief of losing her child became a silent rain of tears during “regression therapy,” soaking through her clothes. At last, she came to her senses,
