This is a story that I have wanted to tell you for a long time, a story that I always enjoy alone at night, which makes my heart hurt again and again and makes me burst into tears again and again. When all the accumulated sadness poured out, I found an excuse to cry - I just cried for the characters in the story, out of sensibility, not personality vulnerability. God knows, what a lame excuse this is, but I will still meditate on this story over and over again, adding to it. Finally, I had the urge to put it into writing.
Continuation of "The Great Courtesan" (written by Sha Li, only borrowing the story background, character settings, etc.)
The love that sacrifices for the lover without getting any response is an infatuation and a self-deception. No matter how difficult the road is, they are happy with it, but in the end they still miss it. But who can say that this is not another kind of charm? The heart-wrenching charm of love.
Conception: