[Alternate history + ensemble cast + everyone’s favorite + resentment that the moon hangs high but shines on everyone but me + mutual healing + secret love]
Couples:
A “scheming” chancellor × a “vicious, obsessive” merchant
A gentle, refined top scholar × a sharp-tongued, proud noblewoman
We owed nothing in our past lives, so let’s not meet in this one.
Have the pear blossoms bloomed again in Jinling?
On a street in Jinling, a madwoman lies on the ground.
She is thinking.
What is the meaning of her existence?
Why has she fallen here?
In the desolate emptiness, the madwoman, who had forgotten for more than a decade, finally remembers.
She likes plum soup.
She has a family who loves her.
She has confidants and friends.
So why is she so pitiful now?
The madwoman’s hand brushes against something cold.
Oh, right.
It seems that everyone willing to make plum soup for her has passed away.
That’s right.
What was her name again?
Tuantuan...
Doesn’t that mean together, in a happy reunion?
The madwoman grows more and more agitated, rubbing her face wildly until it feels sticky. Are those tears?
The madwoman doesn’t know. It seems she has gone blind.
But a familiar sensation makes her shudder.
Her body heat fades slowly in the wind, and withered pear blossoms scatter from her hands across the ground.
It seems everything is just as it always was.
In the spring snow, she is buried in the wasteland, without a sound.
This introduction, oh my god. . .