Weaving Splendor with Borrowed Threads

This is a rare scene of bustling prosperity. A love found in a stolen half-day of leisure. Let us be still for a moment, and borrow a little of this splendor to weave a romantic picture. Of course, it is only a dream, one already asleep in that turbulent age. In those war-torn years, money changed hands, clouding some people's once-innocent hearts. The realities of the world ultimately destroyed the refined, old-world elegance that filled the Marquis's estate. Then came political reforms and the founding of the Republic of China. Amid the raging war, the revolutionary army turned its guns on the warlords. No one could escape their fate... Wealth and status were like the mountains, sunlight, and moonlight, belonging to no one. After the bustle faded, the manor's desolation seemed all the more tragic... In a chaotic age, only love is an eternal refuge.