The spring rain always drips on the green tiles of Shen Mansion accompanied by the sound of copper bells. The rose cake handed over by Xie Zhaoran over the wall, and the jade pendant shaking as he chased her under the eaves, became Shen Qingheng's most common childhood memories. She was annoyed by his pestering, but she didn't know that there was a deeper affection in the young man's eyes than Jiangnan Chunshui.
Until he stuffed the lotus hairpin into the palm of his hand, he said he would marry her in a sedan chair. But a sudden pursuit made Xie Zhaoran fall into the cold pool.
Only then did she realize that in those years of hiding, love had already taken root and sprouted. Can the shattered past be pieced together? How can the forgotten oath bloom again in the bloody storm?
Purpose: cherish the present moment