Liangcheng, Kyoto.
There is a girl in the Yun family, named Peony. As her name suggests, she is beautiful and fragrant, quiet and polite.
That day when we first met, we were playing the piano with bare hands.
I thought that a talented man and a beautiful woman would grow old together.
Who knows that the road ahead is long and life and death are uncertain.
Also: the writing is not very old-fashioned