Dongli drinks wine after dusk,
There is a subtle fragrance filling the sleeves.
There is no way to lose your soul,
The curtain rolls in the west wind,
People are thinner than yellow flowers!
Under God's selfishness, she was inexplicably deprived of her life, and then inexplicably thrown into this unreasonable era to experience the life of the ancients. Is it a blessing or a misfortune? Compose a love affair with this cold and handsome ancient man? Or fly together with that melancholic and gentle fairy? Can she really choose?