I really like Li Yu, that dreamy man who lives in the clear Jiangnan and the picturesque Jinling.
"Langtaosha", "Poppy Poppies", "Bodhisattva Man"... When reading his words, I can only feel the fragrance on my teeth and cheeks, as if I have lost it. The melancholy contained in those words goes deep into my bones, making the spring flowers and autumn moon even more desolate.
I still remember that there was a time in "Looking for the Dragon" where the heroine traveled back to the Southern Tang Dynasty to help the infatuated Yao Niang... What if I was Yao Niang, so what if I bent my feet? In order to attract his attention and win his gentle smile in the sunshine, everything is worth it.
I don't know when I started to fall into a state of fantasy. All I thought about and talked about was him.
My friend said I was poisoned.
It's not poison, it's poison, Li Yu's poison. He has disappeared into the world, so there is no antidote. I was destined to love him until my heart ached, but I was so happy with it...