"My mother said that Shaoyao remembers all the stories."
Yu tide gently touched the celadon rouge box on the dressing table, which was the last gift left to her by her mother Wen Lan. A few years later, he accidentally found the celadon rouge box that had disappeared in his hand.
Nowadays in Jinling City, the peony rouge from "Jie Yuxuan" is hard to come by. Whenever dusk falls, there is always a man in black clothes wandering outside the shop door. Until that day when it rained heavily, Gu Xu opened the door covered in blood:
"Miss Yu, your brother... Is recovering from his injuries at my house."
The sound of rain became thicker, and there was a gap between them:
A favor that can never be repaid
A box of rouge that will never be used up
"I have kept the peony on this celadon box for seven years."
Gu Xu put the blood-stained rouge box back on the counter, and rubbed the scratches carved by Yu tide's own hands on the bottom of the box with his fingertips.
Intention: We obviously love each other but can't stay together
