Three Lives Dream Jade Chain

Jiang Yan fell asleep in the first snow. She dreamed of the birds flying in early spring under the prosperous sky of Chang'an, of the rich green and scorching chirping of cicadas in summer in Peiping, and of herself and the geese flying south under the parasol trees in autumn. Jiang Yan has been dreaming for three lifetimes, and the moon has passed forever. Different entangled love and hate, under the same blue sky, are like water falling on the grass and ink entering the rice paper, stirring and merging.