Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world. ——Ma Zhiyuan's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts"
I am a foreigner, I don't belong here, but I can't escape.
I can't figure out my identity. Is I a little peach girl from the countryside, a servant of the Li family, a first-class female envoy of the third prince's palace, or a concubine of the second prince.
Or maybe I am nothing but a heartbroken person who misses his hometown.
Home... When can I go home?
Intention: Stick to yourself and live a sunny life
