Early autumn, mist, candlelight, beautiful woman.
Outside the window, the autumn rain gurgled, with withered petals and leaves seeping into the deep soil, and fine raindrops tapping on the moss-covered gray tiles. The mist rose, the cicadas stopped chirping, and the water droplets on the eaves fell quietly, creating ripples in the small pool. The smell of sweet-scented osmanthus has been diluted by the rain, leaving only the melancholy of autumn.
Red candles are lit, the lights are dim, in the boudoir, a woman wears plain clothes, her hair is tied up in a bun, leaning lightly on the railing, her skin is smoother than snow, as smooth as gel, and her eyebrows are full of love. Tears quietly fall from the corners of her eyes and fall on the red bean bracelet on her wrist, stirring up tears... "Red beans are born in the south. When spring comes, there will be a few branches. I hope you will pick more. This is the most lovesick thing."
On the moonlit night of the Hua Chao Festival that year, Su Li met Ah Yue on the banks of the Ling River when the peach blossoms were falling. With just one look, the fate of the two people was destined for this life. The two experienced life and death together, made a pact, broke through the confusion, and waited for each other.
Purpose: Protect our Yongan City together