Matriarch

Wang Zuocai has wasted his whole life, and the will of the world is open to doubt. Where is the blue frost shadow and the moon now? The sound of a flute breaks the dream. She wrote poems for her family, but what she wrote about was her own life. In an era where forgetting the past has become inevitable, if she still clings to her past memories, will she still be able to love? Even if she is so good, even if she was once so infatuated. Her tears will not fall on any man's shoulders.