In that year when the storm in the capital was not over, she grew up with the fragrance of medicine and discipline, and was taught how to be a "peaceful" woman; and he came from the south with sharp new ideas and a belief that refused to bow.
A teahouse, a page of a book, one eye contact
For the first time, she knew that there was more to the world than just deep houses and high walls.
They exchanged pages under the dim light, looked at each other secretly in the crowd, and walked side by side in the windy streets. Love grows quietly, but it goes against the times from the beginning. Family, marriage contracts, rules, and rumors are all coming together.
She could choose to live a stable life, or she could choose to fall into the storm with him.
And he finally went further.
When the fire is ignited, when the name is written into the dark night, when there is no way back...
Only then did she realize that this encounter was never about getting married.
Many years later, the streets of Beijing are still as bright as before. Some people whispered about the names that disappeared in the wind, while others wrote new notes on the corners of the pages.
It's just that no one knows anymore
In that unfinished spring breeze, there is a love, where does it burn?
