Shen Juanzhi, a Jinyi guard from the capital, went south to Suzhou to investigate the case and met Jiang Jizhou, the dumb concubine of Zhizao Mansion.
He thought he was folding flowers. Jiang Jizhou embroidered all his love into the veil and put his life in his hands.
Until the Zhizao Mansion is destroyed, until the rain in the south of the Yangtze River no longer falls on that person's shoulders——
Shen Juanzhi finally understood: he was not a flower-picker, he was the sick plum that was planted in the bones and blood, but uprooted by his own hands.
From now on, I will live as a person without Jiangnan.
Intention: Love is not possessive, not protective, not "for your own good" - love is listening. Yes, understand. It's too late.