The Last Pear Blossom

At the end of Huangquan Road, on the Wangchuan River, by the Naihe Bridge, a bowl of Mengpo soup disappears. I, Tong Jia Xianyun, no, I should say that I was Xiao Jinhua in my previous life. In this life, I am a puppet living in the memory of my previous life. Until the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded Peking, I met the child who had survived in my mind for eighteen years. From then on, I believed in past and present lives. Conception: