Gong Yan: Once Upon a Time, She Became a Phoenix

I woke up in the dark night and dreamed of all kinds of colors in the harem, some were weeping after blooming, some were not yet in full bloom, or some were withered... No one understands how to dress up every night in anticipation of your arrival, to wake up from dreams with tears dried, and the years are gone, and no old friends come. I don't understand either. Who can really understand the women of ancient times, especially the women in the harem? I wish they weren't so miserable... I would like to write this article to commemorate the story of the harem women in my heart, and I hope that we can all be happy.