She is the daughter of the willful and clever owner of Yankuang Villa.
Over the course of a year, I have fallen step by step into a world woven by the gentle words of my beloved. Will I wake up when the moment of destruction has arrived, or will I still be unwilling to wake up?
Five spring and autumn years, what can't be let go of is the heart, or is it hatred?
Wangji, is it really possible to be indifferent and peaceful and leave behind the past?
Who is whom and are forgotten in the world? Who will not be in trouble with whom in this life?
Smile away the grudges and hold hands in the late autumn. The leaves are falling, the rain is falling, the wild geese are hiding, the frost is resting