From then on, I stopped sending brocade books, and there was no proof of the clouds and rain in the painting building.
The little girl Luo Hanying, the wrists under her long sleeves bear witness to someone's madness and despair. Her cold expression concealed whose past and future.
Who is it, trying to save her with blood? What happened in the end? What about the ending?
Who led this spring and autumn dream? The hands behind her back are hers? Or his?
This world is a web of dust, and you and I are nothing more than trapped beasts in the web.