Jiang Yao, the young lady of the Jiang family, was clever, charming, sweet, and lively from a young age. No one could keep this mischievous girl in line.
But when this little troublemaker heard that a young lady named Hou would be staying at their home, she had no intention of getting to know her. Then she saw her for the first time, and her face turned red.
Hou Sifei was languid and elegant, as lovely as a crabapple in the sun, her gaze bright and radiant. Leaning against a chaise longue, she held a book about a dashing scholar and a charming fox spirit. Through the window, she looked over at Jiang Yao and softly called out, her red lips barely moving.
"Little Yao."
Jiang Yao's maid thought her mistress would bristle with indignation. Instead, when she turned around, she saw Jiang Yao with her clothes askew and her hair down, climbing out the window and running to Hou Sifei. Her bright eyes brimmed with shyness. She held out the jade bracelet in her palm, her ears red, and declared,
"What could I give to bind us together? A pair of bracelets to encircle your wrists."
Later, Hou Sifei clasped Jiang Yao by the wrist. They were both covered in blood, and Hou Sifei gazed at her with burning eyes, demanding that she promise aloud to stay together forever.
And Hou Sifei, too, made a promise to this mischievous girl who had barged into her carefully laid plans: she would accept it all willingly, and never regret it, even if it cost her life.
Jiang Yao: What languid beauty? What demure and graceful lady? Surely you don't mean the one in my house?
Hou Sifei: How can you make a cultured person's schemes sound so terrible?
Hou Sifei opened her eyes. A few drops of blood fell from her eyelashes, and her voice was barely audible.
"Why did you come back?"
Jiang Yao's face turned deathly pale. She no longer knew where on her back the pain was coming from; she only knew it hurt terribly. The sound of flesh tearing was painfully clear. At Hou Sifei's words, she seemed to freeze for a moment. Her trembling voice, full of pain, slipped from her lips.
"Why does there have to be a reason?"
If she had to give one...
It was only because you looked back at me once, and now I think of you day and night.
Hou Sifei seemed to give a faint laugh. Then, with strength from who knows where, she pulled Jiang Yao close and shielded her in her arms. The wolf lunging at them clawed her shoulder, its sharp nails digging deep into her flesh. A small silver arrow plunged into its belly, ripping it open.
Jiang Yao's eyes reddened and tears poured out, but she held them back. Gripping the little arrow tightly, she drove it deep into the wolf's belly.
The wolf struggled, then slowly went still.
"...Don't cry. I can't hold you right now."
We fell in love in a numb, stifling age, and vowed to live and die together.
Theme: Women, self-reliance
The beginning is very good and worth watching!!