This is a story that Lin Yuan's father Du Zhao told her about Du Zhao and Lin Yunqi many years ago. It was a love that experienced wind, frost, rain, snow, continuous war, joys and sorrows. After a few years, all that remained were the vicissitudes engraved on Du Zhao's body, the ancient jade from the Qianlong period, and the long-dead half-jujube tree in Shumojia Mansion.
I originally wanted to finish writing it before the legendary end of the world and then upload it, but my speed is really good. . . Embarrassed