“A dream of Nanke must eventually end; all the world’s dreams are empty.” Zhu Qinghe closed her eyes and slept amid uninhibited passion. Her life had wound back and forth along a twisting road, and in the end, she never got what she wanted. The marks of her era were branded on her, and the shackles of society bound her body, but her soul was light and carefree, her face bright with joy.
“The morning bells and evening drums do not reach my ears; the bright moon and lonely clouds are forever in my heart.” In the end, He Sheng gave up the chance to die and be buried with her, and granted her the freedom she wanted. He had known no joy in his life. The one thing he had loved was Mu Zhongyu.
Message: Find a place to be free in a society where you do not belong.
