Willows and crows crow in the courtyard at dusk, remember that person, and pear blossoms break with the moon.
——Chen Liang's "Poppy Lady"
Shen Tan read the letter in his hand again and again, then picked up the pen, thought about it again and again, and replied with a smile: My dear wife, Yue Yuan:
Tan Lang is well, but he misses his wife like crazy...
Shen Tan suddenly remembered the first time he met Chen Yu.
That day, she was as calm as a Jiangnan ink painting. When she was told that her fiancé-in-law had been replaced by him instead of the legitimate son of the Shen family, she cast a faint glance at him.
Later, he was dying.
She came, gently folded a pear blossom and placed it on his bedside.
"Sir, I am only sixteen years old and I don't want to be a widow."
She smiled softly, and then left. Later, he naturally did not ask her to be his widow. Not only that, he also wanted her to be his lover for the rest of his life.
Intention: plainness is the truth