She is a substitute who was married by hatred. She learns how to write, wear plain clothes, and burn the incense of her love. Until she blocked the poisonous arrow for him and heard him ask the imperial doctor: "Can she still practice calligraphy?"
When she was dying, she thought of the boy who gave her the stove on a snowy night, and the old clothes embroidered with the same white crane in the dark room of the study - the stitching was her biological mother's unique craftsmanship.
It turns out that in this stunt scene, I hated the wrong person from the beginning.
But when she holds the fragment of truth, his new "white moonlight" has arrived with the fragrance of osmanthus.
This time, she didn't want to wait any longer.
