I don't know where love comes from, but it goes deeper and deeper. The living can die, and the dead can live. To be alive but not to die, to be dead but not to be resurrected, is not the result of love. What can you think of about love? This is a story about a relationship that may be shallow, but love is deep.
The first time I met Lu Hongjian was at the Peony Pavilion by the West Lake in Hangzhou. At that time, Yuan Ye was a sophomore majoring in landscape architecture. She was twenty years old that day, which was a wonderful time in her life. She had many beautiful dreams. Yuan Ye and Lu Hongjian had a sweet love for two years, but they broke up so tragically when they graduated. She saw her senior brother Lu holding another girl with his own eyes. He fled in a hurry, but encountered an accident. His left hand that should have been holding the paintbrush was injured, and he was unable to engage in the garden design he loved.
Three years later, the two met again because of the Yuntian Yise project. The cutting is constant and the reasoning is still chaotic. How should this deep feeling be placed so that it can live up to the lovesickness. But don't miss each other. The Peony Pavilion is on the road to three lives.
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