That year, Ru Yue, who had short hair, leaned against the window and read "New Youth", catching a glimpse of her ideal future in the blue sky and white clouds. Xin'an, sister and mother were all there, and the ruby ring on her middle finger sparkled.
Then, it stopped abruptly.
The ups and downs of life in troubled times, which women have become road signs, a relaxing advertisement, or a book that cannot be read.
Ru Yue's story is here.
Intention: History is not as beautiful as we imagine, nor is it as bad as fabrication. It is bound by various involuntary factors, and only the light of kinship will always be with us.