That year, Chang'an Street was covered with snow. She abandoned the beautiful Jiangnan and married Tan Hua Lang. She was a lonely and courageous person. Three years of hell shattered her Qiong Yao dream and almost cost her life.
Only then did we know that the bamboo horse has hidden its edge for a long time, and it has already secretly built thousands of miles of spring mountain for her.
When the abacus beads resound through the wealthy family, when the dowry book turns into a sharp knife, the chess pieces in the hand are scattered all over the place, the golden list becomes waste paper, and the wealthy family turns into slush.
Behind her, the man in green, who was always one step slower, was gently brushing away the fallen plum blossoms on her shoulders:
"Sister, the country is our destiny, and the years are our destiny. In this life, I will only play chess for you."
