"You're mine. Don't leave me unless I'm dead."
She woke from her dream, seeming still to feel that person's warm touch on her body.
Night had not yet fully lifted. A glimmer of light in the eastern sky pierced the dust and fell across Wen Yi's profile, making her look like a devout statue.
As a discarded wife, Wen Yi had long since lost her taste for romance, but these people just wouldn't leave her alone.
Han Mo said, "Wen Yi, I wish I hadn't come to see you."
Wen Zicheng said, "Xiao Yi, I only want what's best for you."
Gu Yancheng said, "A Yi, plenty of people live their whole lives this way."
This is the Republic of China era, a time of intellectual liberation and warlord rule.
Heroes, beauties, and poets all live in the same age.
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