It was a turbulent era,
Turning your hands over becomes clouds, turning over your hands becomes rain.
There are no real enemies and no permanent friends.
The tears stopped. Wear red makeup, smile, and sound pretty. No one pays attention to the melancholy between the eyebrows...
What is the story behind a jade bracelet that has been gathering dust for many years?
How can a modern soul survive in the Republic of China, which is riddled with bullets?
How to gradually gain friendship and love?
Smiles are suppressed, leaving only lingering sighs.
I have no regrets,
Su Kecai.