In Chang'an, snow fell heavily as Li Xing, dressed in an ornate fox-fur coat, went in and out of Caiyun House with his new love.
Night after night, they caroused amid a life of luxury.
Outside Chang'an, a solitary tombstone stood alone.
Snow blanketed the stone, and wind and rain had worn away the characters until they were illegible. Weeds and moss intertwined, creeping over it.
It was the third year after Huang Qingwen's death.
No one came to visit.
She lay there alone, resting forever.
Please note:
1. The male lead becomes a huge scumbag later on, and the female lead is naive and inexperienced. If that's not your thing, don't read!
2. Updates are irregular, so please think twice before reading!
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Theme: Misplaced devotion.
