[Historical orientation, the male and female protagonists are both pure, the division of papers may not be necessary, and textual research is prohibited]
A life span of several decades can neither be said to be long nor short.
Some people have experienced thousands of winds and waves, some have witnessed seas and rocks turning into pieces, some have lived a life of glory and wealth, and some have been homeless.
Is family love trustworthy?
Is friendship trustworthy?
Is love trustworthy?
My home and country are thousands of miles away, and I can wave a cloud of black ink, and I can be a minister of the highest rank, overlooking all living beings.
The love lasts forever, adorned with a few flowers, enjoy family happiness, and die in peace.
And those secrets hidden in the bottom of my heart, rotting in my stomach, taken into the coffin and never seen again, have become eternal regrets.
If someone is willing to make up for your regrets, can you do it regardless of the cost?
Just like needlework weaving a prosperous age, everything remains as before and as you wish.
The things you do, the words you say, the sins, the depth of love, the depth of hatred, and the people who think about you will all reappear one by one...
Would you like to... Fall into a dream?
Intention: You can regret what you say or do, but you cannot regret it.