“Spring descends on the Bronze Sparrow Terrace, where the two Qiaos are kept confined.” At first, to Yi Xiaoqiao, this was merely a vague, indistinct line of poetry left behind by the ambitious Cao Cao in her Chinese textbook. Then, after a long, long time had passed, the poem Zhang Ziheng used to teasingly recite to her became her most terrifying nightmare and her deepest longing, day after day, night after night. She did not know whether she had been locked away by that mysterious Bronze Sparrow, but she knew that whatever road lay ahead, she had to keep walking until she saw how it ended.
Why not? QAQ looks great, why do you want to stop updating it? Please update~