She is Ah Ci, a slave who was exchanged for a piece of porcelain by the Zhao family ten years ago.
I vaguely remember her holding her mother's hand. Her mother's body gradually went from hot to cold, then gradually stiffened. No one cared about them, they were just the cheapest commodities.
When she had cried until she had no strength left, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of the stall.
A little girl in beautiful clothes pointed at her, tilted her head and said to her father, "She is so pitiful, shall we buy her?"
That was her first fate with this girl, the fourth young lady of the Zhao family—Zhao Moran
A surprising glimpse at the racecourse ten years later. A misunderstanding. Love ends abruptly before it happens.
However, she was willing because it was her silence that gave her a home and ten years of peace.
The war came too quickly, and due to an accident, she stayed in Taiwan with him
But that day when she was riding a horse, he was in a trance for a moment.
Who was the woman riding the horse that day and who was the singer that day?
It's Moran, your favorite woman, Zhao Moran
He looked into her eyes. You lied.
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