A dream that has been repeated for five years, followed by the intrusion of a man, slowly reveals the truth buried under the dream...
But, is there really the truth behind the truth?
Ten miles of red makeup, red dowels on the ground, the sound of suona playing festive tunes, an unfinished red carpet, an unconsummated wedding, looking back suddenly, is all this a reality or a fantasy?
In the battle for the family's throne, what is my identity? What role do I play in this huge chess game? Is it a chess piece or a chess player...
Demining:
1. First person narrative
2. Short story
3. The ending
Intention: Only love can win my heart