After all, the fragrance of green plums in Jiangnan Yuxiang cannot compare with the smoke of gunpowder on Shanghai Beach.
In Su Wan's life, she met two amazing people. One is the gentle and jade-like Shen Zhiyan, who makes wine with green plums and smiles, promising her the tenderness of Jiangnan; the other is the paranoid and domineering Lu Zhiyuan, who uses debt as a matchmaker and love as a prisoner to give her a fiery entanglement on the beach.
She was once the white moonlight described by the young Shen family, twisting gardenia petals, sitting by the carved window lattice, waiting for the consummation of her childhood sweetheart; she was also the red rose in Mr. Lu's palm, trapped in a villa made of gold and jade, guarding an involuntary deep love.
When the green plums wither, when the gunshots sound, when the paranoid love turns to embers, when the tender obsession sinks into the river and the sea, the love-hate entanglement between the three people, in the end, there is only a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the lingering fragrance of gardenia in a courtyard, and a lonely Su Wan.
She guarded two portraits and an empty jug of wine, waiting for two people who would never come back in the long years.
It turns out that the most painful thing in the world is not not being able to love, but that all the people you loved have become dead.
Concept: The fragrance of green plums in the rain alleys of Jiangnan cannot compare with the smoke of gunpowder on the beach in Shanghai.