The moon sets, crows cry, and the sky is filled with frost
——The moon is setting, the sky is filled with crows and frost, and Jiang Feng and fishing fire are facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
She thought that living was too tiring, and she knew that love in her youth could only be treated as a joke. But that boy with the gentle cheeks was really the best memory in her short life.
She traveled through time and became the maid of a rich lady in the south of the Yangtze River. Her name was Yueluo. She was given by the lady to the fourth young master Duan Tianjue (jue). Was she to be his wife or concubine? Will this life be too ordinary? !
There is no distrust, no overpowering, no deep sadomasochistic love, only the light happiness whispered in a low voice. The love you give me will definitely flow slowly.