The Fu family's lofty pavilion stood by the riverbank; the tinkling of jade pendants and phoenix bells fell silent, as did the songs and dances. Painted beams once welcomed the morning clouds over the southern harbor; at dusk, pearl curtains were rolled up to reveal rain over the western hills.
Fu Yinchen was born into a wealthy and powerful family. Then, in a single day, her family was destroyed and her loved ones all died. She barely escaped with her life, only to lose all her memories and have her face disfigured.
A jug of wine among the flowers, drunk alone with no companion. He was Liang Chengxi, son of the current chancellor: gentle and humble, elegant and refined, and respectful toward the worthy. Friends and foes alike treated him with courtesy, while young women longed for him beneath the moon in their lofty towers. Yet he was deeply calculating, and no one could see through him.
Cloud shadows drift lazily over the lake, while the seasons turn and the stars shift. The scales of fate tipped ever so slightly. As the phoenix flutes sounded and the jade lanterns glowed, a single glance was enough. After searching through the crowds countless times, one suddenly turned back and realized that the person sought had been standing all along where the lights were dim.
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