In Jiangnan, where the apricot blossoms have all fallen, a pack of blood-stained plum candies connects the lives of two teenagers.
She returned the marriage certificate, broke the jade and broke the gold, and let the rumors spread that she was cold-hearted;
He has great military exploits and has great power, but he always retains his faded embroidery.
Many years later, when Chang'an was covered with heavy snow, she knelt in front of the steps. He leaned over and sneered, saying "The golden thread feeds thirty secret guards" tore open the old wounds sealed by the years.
In short, it is a short story about fate, eternity and love. If you are interested, please continue reading! (The author is new, just for fun, the full text is free)
Intent: The insignificance and tenacity of personal emotions in the grand history