Wandering into the poetic dream of Qingzhou, I dare to tell the sun and moon to change their appearance, but how can I sigh that the butterfly will eventually be destroyed and all my strength will be exhausted! Only the breeze blows on the hills. Qianfan enters the poetic dream, wishing to be a rising person in the times and save the beauty and confidant. From an outsider to a player in the game, she is willing to fight in this era full of oppression. The light of women can illuminate tomorrow!
Intention: Use literature to realize dreams, use small things to see big things