A carefree, unambitious female doctor VS a young swordsman bent on making a name for himself
Are you the moonlight of my youth, or the cinnabar mole I can never forget?
Your jianghu is not by my side.
You and I could never learn to hate each other.
Reading guide:
Can be read on its own, or as an alternate timeline of Song of Morning Dew.
(The setting is a little different, and this is the world of the first draft.)
Premise: My heart is free.
She is as gentle as the bright moonlight, bright but not dazzling, and her temperament is just like Sister Lin - extremely intelligent, but this wisdom is so deep that it can easily hurt herself. The emotion she seeks is nothing more than equality and voluntariness, and she has always disdained trivial tricks. The male protagonist is relatively more realistic. His youthful chivalry may be true, but his selfishness cannot be hidden deep down. In fact, all the clues had already been revealed, but he pretended to be deaf and dumb, pretending he couldn't see it. When the red rose appears, it dazzles the eyes, completely forgetting the white rose that has been blooming quietly next to it. But when the white rose really disappeared, I thought of her goodness again. It's just that this belated affection can't compare to the long-term companionship, and it's nothing more than a piece of shit.