Beside the Qinhuai River, there are candles and red makeup.
The autumn water hurts the soul, and the pillow carries the fragrance.
I had no intention of seeking Bailiang, but I knew that the marriage would last long.
But the Showa era is vast, purple is slightly bright and cool.
Light as a field mulberry, heavy as heavy frost.
The stars embrace my arms, and the sea is boundless.
Flowers fade and people die, just a dream.
She fell in love with the city in troubled times and was eloquent, but she could not escape the fate of a subjugated enchantress.
She never forgets the meeting on the shore of Qinhuai when she was seven years old, and she is looking for the person she likes.
She is not afraid of abandonment, not afraid of separation, and does not want to be at the mercy of fate.
She loves him to the core, hates him to the core, and spends her whole life, but in the end it is just a dream.
PS: This is my debut novel, please bear with me.
Based on historical figures, the relevant plots have been changed, and the party will not pursue any investigation.