If I Were Just an Ordinary Woman: Shen Wan's Story

If life could remain as it was at first sight, why would the autumn wind grieve over the painted fan?

In the blink of an eye, an old lover's heart has changed, yet they say an old lover's heart is fickle.

After their words at Mount Li on that clear midnight, the rain and ringing bells on the final night brought no resentment.

How could he compare to that fickle lord in embroidered robes, who once vowed they would be a pair, joined branch to branch?

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