The flowers have bloomed, and the dust and smoke have passed. How much do you know?
In her last life, she was an orphan, with no one to love or care for her except her aunt, until they met that year.
She thought she could be happy, and he was her husband.
But are wealth and interests always much more important than love?
An unexpected car accident brought her to another world.
But I didn't expect to be so lonely in my previous life, and I still can't escape the gears of fate in this life.
Vast grasslands, beautiful deserts, as a Han Chinese, does she really want to be a slave for generations?
Why did he torture and ridicule her again and again, why did he save her from death again and again, and why did he tell her that she would be his slave for the rest of her life?
I finally escaped, why does my heart hurt?
He said he loved her.
Having been hurt so many times, can she open her heart again?
The gentle night breeze blew away the candle smoke and caused the flowers to fly away in confusion. The friendship we held together was already damaged. The characters in the world were really driven by lies. The moment she decided to let go of her guard, she could no longer tell which was the truth...
She admitted that she was not a kind person. She just liked to disguise herself and protect herself well from being bullied. But why was she the one who was hurt the most in the end?
The flowers have finished blooming, and only the flowers that bloomed on the other side of the forgotten past life are left.
Love has spread. From now on, facing the west wind, I feel empty and melancholy. There is no way to see each other anymore. Let's give up.
That's all.