So what if you just see clearly. The square sky enclosed by the palace wall never left any white people.
In the thirteenth year of Yuanhe, Jingzhe occurred. Wearing an old cloak and a light bundle, she walked out of Xuandemen without looking back.
Ten years later, in Lin'an in the south of the Yangtze River, the city is filled with autumn laurels. An unknown manuscript is quietly waiting for its destined reader in an old book shop.
The white plum blossom that was suppressed on the last page finally bloomed again with the help of a piece of moonlight.
This is a story about substitutes, fate and farewell without saying goodbye. Love and hate fall all over the place, no one forgives anyone, and no one wins.
