Background of the times: imaginary ancient times, the literary style was at its peak, and the scholar class was active.
"Even if time goes back to the day I left, there will be no more pear blossoms in my world."
——I thought it was a wishful dream, but in the end, the pear blossoms bloomed all over the house, but I didn't know that a part of him in the past was related to me.
Lu Qinghuan was deeply in love with the cold and noble Gu Chengzhi of the Hanlin Academy.
She hid all the girl's worries and abided by her duties as a superior and subordinate until he said "busy official business" and sent someone thousands of miles away.
She cried and died all the way.
It wasn't until her death that she received his blood-stained final note: "Longxi is bitterly cold and it is difficult to grow Tang pears. This is the only one worthy of being sent to an old friend."
Intention: Love does not exist in togetherness, but is rooted in the mutual reflection of souls. Even if fate makes us miss a lifetime, the light that illuminates each other's lives is enough to be grateful and cherish.