In Shanghai during the Republic of China, Gu Lucian, a famous socialite, passed away suddenly, leaving only a room of relics left behind, which were auctioned and commented on.
This book draws on the search and reminiscences of a scholar to link up her splendid but lonely life: she fell into prostitution as a young man, she turned all living beings upside down in her prime, and she was pitied by others during her illness but could not change her fate in the end.
The author not only records a romantic past, but also evokes the souls of women who have been swallowed up by the world.
This world full of sensuality, money and profit is ultimately nothing but a delusion.
In addition to pity for flowers and cherishing jade, there is also a deeper meaning: I hope that the lost women in the world can wait for a ray of breeze and stand on their own between heaven and earth, and no longer have to be a soaring flower clinging to others.
