When she was eight years old, she said, Brother Beichen, I will be your only wife when you grow up; when she was eighteen years old, the third son of Yancheng won the title of legitimate son, and she spent many years looking for him; when she was thirty-six years old, she wore the most beautiful cheongsam, beaded hairpins, and slept in Yancheng forever.
She spent eighteen years having a dream that was both true and false. When she woke up from the dream, she no longer had him in her world; he no longer had her in his world. When, how soon; that year, it rained. Red lanterns are hung high, and Yan City is filled with green jubilee and red sedan chairs. He woke up from an old dream, but the person in the story could no longer be found.
Bailiweiyang, undercurrent surges. Those hidden secrets of South China, the wind and moon in old dreams.
Intention: Repent and wake up, cherish the people in front of you.