This is a story about a reincarnated lover being turned into a straight man.
This is a story of duel between reason and sensibility
This is a story about the solitary and straight green pine and the fragrant plum blossoms in the cold weather.
This is a story of love and fulfillment
Poignant but not decadent love is the author's yearning, and he hopes that his bad writing can produce even a hint of sincerity.
Feelings hurt. Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
Looking at each other sadly. In the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises. ——Liu Yong
There are still no palace fights, no rivers and lakes, no conspiracy, just pure emotional writing.