Qingshi is a stage for men, and women are just foils. Like a drop of water in the ocean. A grain of sand in the vast desert. Historians often summarize a woman's life in just a few words.
You can't find out who they are. Through these cold words, you cannot understand the joys, sorrows and joys they have experienced, and how many sweet and warm memories they have. He has experienced so many vicissitudes of life. Like a drop of water submerged in a river going east. So silent. But who knows how many stories happened to them, and what kind of bitterness and helplessness are behind these few words.
She is Diao Chan. Being called a disaster, beauty is a disaster, how many people are confidants?
No matter how the world tells it, no matter how the history records it. She just wants to be a woman who is cared for and loved by others.
Through the dust, we can understand the wisp of fragrance floating in the troubled times.