In Yu Town, south of the Yangtze River, there is a cold old house with a pavilion called Hua Yan.
The woman in the pavilion wears a moon-colored dress, holds a round fan engraved with pear blossoms in her hands, and covers her face with a veil. No one knows her name but Su.
The woman has slender hands and painted skin, and her appearance has changed. She does not accept cash, but only accepts stories and reasons.
Alas, how many people know that young people like her change their appearance just to win one person's heart?
The moon is deep and the pear blossoms are melting. She picked up the lamp and looked again at her old friend on Chang'an Road, but her face was nowhere to be seen.