Both of them knew when they were six years old that "concubine" is the most bitter word in the world.
She swore that she would never be a concubine in this life. But in the end, she still wore a pink wedding dress and was carried into Hu's house through the side door.
There is no worship hall, no guests. She thought that this would be it for the rest of her life. Waiting for his wife to come in, waiting for the days to pass, waiting for old age, waiting for death.
The night her first wife came in, she couldn't help but take a look. The sedan curtain was opened, and a hand stretched out - thin white, slightly cool, with a white jade bracelet on the wrist.
That man's name is Li Shuman. Dignity, gentleness and restraint make a meticulous painting. But there was no condescension in her eyes, only a deep tiredness that came from her bones.
Shuangshuang didn't know why he felt sorry for her.
Later, Shuman taught her how to read, combed her hair, and held her hand under the night lily flower stand. "The color of this dress suits you very well." That was the first time in their lives that Shuangshuang was seen by others.
She said: "Sister."
Shuman did not refuse.
But one day, Shuman suddenly said: "Stop barking again."
Shuangshuang didn't know why. All she knew was that from then on, every time she walked through the hanging flower door, her heart beat faster than usual.
Night lilies are blooming. It opens during the day and closes at night, and does not make any noise when it is open.
There are some things that cannot be made public.
Purpose: Taking the night lilies as a guide, it tells the story of women in the old era falling in love and separation under the shackles of ethics, and explores the propositions of love and bondage, regret and fulfillment.