Chu Nu did not return. The building pillows the spring water of the creek. The moon is bright, the wind is blowing again, and the apricot blossoms are sparse.
The jade hairpin is slanted on the clouds and the servant girl is heavy, and the skirt is covered with golden phoenix. Eight-line script, a thousand-mile dream, a wild goose flying south.
——Wen Tingyun's "Jiuquanzi"
Things are unpredictable.
Is it a startling glimpse in the carriage, or a tender glance in the peach blossom?
Is it the bright smile when the hijab is lifted, or the corners of the mouth that can't help but rise when holding the child?
Fortune plays tricks on people.
Is it in my heart, or is it the person beside me?
Is it true love, or is it a conspiracy?
When the hot blood is shed, all the joys and sorrows of the good and the ugly will end up in vain.
In short, this is the story of a down-and-out clan girl.