I love you. I never said this. So much so that today, I don't know whether I have always been in love with the shadow that has been painted in my heart for many years, or whether I am still in love with you who stands in front of me with solemn eyes and eyebrows, and you are still as clear and graceful in your prime.
After many years, the prosperity of Huadu has disappeared. The colors in the story are still gorgeous; the large vermilion plaque of Chunfu hangs on the beam, the dark iron gate of Xingde Chamber of Commerce and the small off-white western-style building stand proudly, the brocade lantern has been replaced with a new window display of short cheongsam with pearl gray poplin piping, and a basket of pink lilies has been delivered to the door of Yangzhong Theater...