She had thought this place would be just as she remembered it.
Who would have thought that when I look back, I will already be a painted Liang Qiyan, the precious mirror is gathering dust, and it will no longer be as prosperous and gorgeous as before.
Everything seemed to silently remind her that she could never go back to the past.
She stood in the garden, looking at the grass growing on the bluestone path that she had walked countless times before, and felt a sense of sadness in her heart for no reason.