Mr. Yin buried his unconventional dream in a dry well. In the well were the agricultural books he had not read and the green sunflowers he had just planted...
Like many stories, dreams that don't fit the status will always encounter disaster.
Miss Mu's intrusion was like a fallen broom star, smearing his sweet dream clean...
"Let's go back..."
Mr. Yin sighed and filled up the dry well.
Later, Duke Yin, who had great power in both the government and the public, traveled thousands of miles alone and rode north to Mohe to drink his horse.
By the Mohe River, spring is late, and smoke and willows are hanging down...
The late beauty is sitting under the willow, holding the budding tip of the willow in her palm.
That's right, the "broom star" who shattered his teenage dreams is still there...
Only then did she realize that he had moved the dry well that had been filled in many years ago to this higher ground.
And the way she held the willow in her palm was exactly the dream he had weaved through all the obstacles.
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The story of a broken mirror reunited.
"Thousands of threads hanging down from the smoke willow are my numerous affections and recovered dreams..."
Intention: The mirror of love is broken, thousands of threads hang down...