She has two lives.
In the Taiwei Mansion of the Tang Dynasty, she was a young lady who suffered from cough but was loved by her parents. Later, she married the son of the prime minister who was willing to spend his life warming her medicine cup. Red candles and tents are lit, and the years are quiet.
An ordinary office worker who lives in a rental house in the city and works overtime until he faints. His balance in his card cannot keep up with the rent, and he only has the cold light of the screen for company late at night.
Reality is cold and hard, while dreams are warm and fragile. She gradually couldn't tell - which one was the stolen time?
Until the sudden storm in Tang Dynasty, the family was wronged and her husband was in danger; but in the real world, the sunflowers on her windowsill bloomed, someone brought warm tea, and a new life quietly sprouted.
When the two worlds came to the rift of choice at the same time, she finally heard the voice from the bottom of her heart:
The true destination is never in any world, but in daring to love yourself deeply at this moment.
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