On the beach in Xizhou, he held a hairpin and made an appointment with me. He said that the gold and hairpin are of the same heart, and the wind and snow never go away.
After entering Beijing, family status, marriage contracts, and family responsibilities came one after another. I was willing to become a concubine, thinking that by giving in, I could keep my old dream.
A fantasy dream has already revealed a blood-blade calamity. I still consider myself a person at the bottom of the abyss, and I am willing to use my Yinwu bones to fulfill him.
The dagger fell, the peach garden was shattered, the hairpin was empty, and when I was dying of vomiting blood, I knew that the boy who persuaded me to escape had finally killed me with his own hands.
Purpose: The young man's mountain alliance is no match for the interests of the family and the clan. The lover is bound by righteousness and inflicts harm in the name of guilt. The damage is done, no amount of regret can make up for it, and the former love eventually turns into a bone sacrifice tragedy.