He Hua gently stroked the rough and yellowed history book. There were two words clearly written on it, Fusu.
He Hua sobbed for no reason. She fell in love with an ancient man. I thought that this life with endless pain and sorrow would be turned into mud, crushed into dust, and buried under the ginkgo tree.
A piece of bright white jade brought her to the Qin Dynasty, the era of Fusu.
He Hua thought that God took pity on her and brought Fusu in front of her. But why did fate play such a trick on her? There was no obstacle between life and death, but in that era, how much lighter was the mountain of human relations than life and death?
Although the novel touches on history, it is not entirely historical. The timeline is also fictional and should not be taken seriously. If you cannot accept it, please move your position.
Intention: Fight against fate and the world.