In the third year of Jianyan's reign, Lin'an Mansion was prosperous with singing and dancing, and in a state of drunkenness and wealth, they ignored the fate of the country's near-subjugation.
Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
In order to maintain a luxurious life, they had to rely on human trafficking to deliver a steady stream of fresh blood.
She and he met unfortunately like this.
She was born at the wrong time, and all she got for her stunning beauty was a thirteen-year nightmare.
His father-in-law turned into some debris in the firewood, rice, oil and salt, scattered in the soft waves of the West Lake.
"How long has it been since it snowed so heavily in Lin'an?" She stretched out her fingertips and clicked on two pieces, then disappeared into the snowy Lin'an.
[The author wants to say]
Life is not as dramatic as a novel, but we still have to believe in fate.
The obsessive entanglement, love and being loved in the world of mortals are like a ridiculous farce. What we have to wait for is just a person to play the opposite role. Its good and bad are all written in black ink on the script. If you can't change it, just bow to reality.
At least the person you promised to enter the bridal chamber with will not harm you, right?
Love or not love, life is like this.
The writing is simple and light, as light as the evening breeze with a hint of sadness. Hope you will like it.
——Author Fasuzi stay