Jinliang: brocade strings sing at dawn, cool winds whisper at dusk.
Jinliang: flowers bloom like brocade, yet the ways of the world are cold.
Jinliang: flowers embroidered in brocade, until now only a faint, cool smile remains.
In the end, all that remains is splendid beauty and quiet desolation.
Disclaimer:
1. This story is adapted from the experiences of Shen Jinliang, a member of the Baidu Forbidden City forum.
2. The main storyline is not about romance, but purely about family bonds. I want everyone to see just how far those bonds can go. If there is another life, may they never part and never give up on each other. If you're looking for a romantic story, feel free to click away.
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