I was born like a mote of dust, blown around by the imperial power at will.
They said I should go get married and exchange peace for three years on the border.
But I was robbed halfway.
The people who robbed me are a group of charlatans who don't even know where they will be tomorrow.
"Princess, look at that piece of snow."
"The snow falls in front of the steps, the wind blows on the old window sill, and the birds fly away from the clouds, waiting for people to come every year."
"Princess, Jianghu is pretty good, right?"
"Let's go..."
He closed the notebook and put the brush aside.
We have seen the snow in the north of the Great Wall, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the lonely smoke in the desert.
I thought I had finally escaped the fate of being a caged bird, and thought that Jianghu could always be our utopia.
Until I look back...
Reading Guide
1. Group portrait of 3 men and 2 women, 4+1 configuration.
2. The world is a short-lived utopia, while the homeland is a long and cruel reality.
3. It is a serious drama, not a fun story.
Concept: Confrontation between freedom and destiny