Chu Lingyu suddenly remembered many things. She remembered the fox fur sent by her brother from Danyang, thousands of miles away. She remembered her mother gently stroking her hand. She remembered the three magnolia flowers outside Xuanyang Gate, which bloomed enthusiastically every time they bloomed. She remembered... And that person. That person's fluttering clothes, that person's soft smile, that person brought her chestnut cake in the middle of winter. After that, no one treated her the way they did. A drop of tears fell quietly. She looked out the window and saw the flying snowflakes. It was another winter and the snowflakes fell on the land of Fanjing again.
"A solitary tree stands dead and dead, and it is difficult for a dead tree to become a spring."
The river abyss reflects the sun, and the weak water floats on the spring glow.
I left Jiangnan after a long illness, there is no real spring in Jiangnan
The guests of the Qing Dynasty are buried in the deep valley, and there are no old friends in the snow."
The arrogant and scheming princess × Prime Minister Zuo, who works hard every step of the way
Intention: There is no happy ending with twists and turns in the world