In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, it was the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. In order to save the family from crisis, Wen Jiu, the legitimate daughter of the Wen family in Suzhou, married into the Xi family in Yangzhou and became the wife of the third young master Xi Muzhou Mingyang. On their wedding night, her husband looked at her coldly. For the next three years, she guarded the quiet moonlight in the east courtyard, prepared the wedding banquet for him, treated the pregnant woman he brought back to the extra room, and took care of the wedding room as neatly as poetry.
Xi Muzhou hated this marriage of interests and directed all his resentment toward fate coldly at Wen Jiu. He thought she was just a docile puppet, until a crisis occurred when the goods were impounded. She went to the tiger and wolf banquet alone, drank a glass of wine, and escaped unscathed. When he angrily scolded her for taking matters into her own hands, the jade bracelet on her wrist shattered on the ground. She handed over the divorce agreement signed half a year ago and said, "Xi Muzhou, take care."
From then on, she returned to Suzhou to open a teahouse and rebuild her life amid the sound of Pingtan. But when he stood under the sycamore tree on a rainy night, he was shocked to realize that the three years he had been soaked in her tenderness had already become an indispensable foundation for his life. He chased her from the revelry in Shanghai to the stone alleys in Suzhou, from the old house in Yangzhou to every corner where we had been side by side but never embraced each other - could this belated rush to get her to look back at her with a glass of warm wine in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River?
