Looking at the moonlight on the independent cold steps, the strong fragrance of dew spreads over the flowers in the small garden, and the embroidered screen is melancholy with a lamp slanting on my back. Since Yun Yu dispersed, there is no way to reach the fairy home in the world, but he can visit the end of the world by his soul and dreams.
Su Wanxing, an elite investment banker, suffered a marriage change and moved into his grandmother's old house. A rusty bronze mirror led her to witness the girl tearing up the marriage certificate and burying the land deed in 1923. When the consortium threatens and lures her, the sight of a century of solitude in the mirror ignites her determination to start a business. My ex-husband ridiculed me for talking about idiots, but I didn't know that the bronze mirror was connected to the classroom of the Republic of China every night. Two years later, at the Bund Financial Summit, she took to the podium wearing a restored bronze mirror. Her ex-husband whispered regrets in the flashlight, and her fingertips brushed the cold light of the mirror: "It's a pity that there is no road leading to you in the world." The century-old bronze mirror reflected the time and space echo of two generations of women breaking their shackles.
