Life lasts only a hundred years, passing by in a hurry; once it is turned into white dust, no trace is found; if you want to love, love with great vigor, if you want to leave, please leave without looking back - in troubled times, people die in the morning and die in the evening, blood oozes drop by drop, and the eight wastelands are just so bustling for profit and fame.
She, Su Qi from Shanghai, once her family fell into ruin, suffered all the consequences; he, the sixth young master of the Su family, carried secrets, burdened with love, and was infatuated for the rest of his life; they were once brothers and sisters, and eventually became lovers... How to choose, how to give up, how to endure, how to grow?
Living is a luxurious thing. Stop your hurried wandering horse, set off a candle of red dust fireworks, and listen to a story that is not too far away; taste their deep love in the building, taste the coriander scenery in the world - this love is very great and lasts for many years.