When I was thirty years old, I probably lost even the last trace of light after experiencing the warmth and coldness of the world.
The seemingly happiest person in the palace is actually the most desperate person. It took me ten years to finally understand that my sister was helpless and had no way out, and I understood why she died in depression in the end.
When he was young, An Lichuan's words of love were like a jar of wine in his heart. He guarded it carefully, waiting for the opportunity to offer it to his sweetheart. But later, she got married before he could say it, and he also got married. From then on, the wine was buried deep in his heart.