In March in the south of the Yangtze River, there are many sorrows about separation. The makeup on the mirror tower is decayed.
It is fate to be born in this rainy Jiangnan. In my previous life, I abandoned my tender husband and threw myself into the green lake for a piece of infatuation. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed since my previous life. Nowadays, Nu is still guarding this passionate place, but will my husband from the previous life remember Nu?
Conception: