Literally, “Gu Yan” means a flower that blooms alone. But the meaning I want to give it is a woman who is lonely and proud.
There are three short stories in all, and I’d like to tell them to you.
The first: “Fallen Flowers, Empty Dreams,” a proud legitimate daughter of a marquis’s household × a cold-faced, devoted emperor.
He had loved her for a long time, but she didn’t know.
She had fallen for him long ago, but he didn’t know either.
You should say you love someone sooner, and clear up misunderstandings. Otherwise, things get so painful later on.
The second: “The Red Plum Blossoms No More,” a talented young lady from the Minister of Rites’ household, skilled in both letters and arms × a refined young gentleman from the Chancellor’s household.
The hardest feelings to settle in this world are probably these: she loves him, but he has set his heart on her, and she loves him too. They love each other, while she thinks she’s the only one in love. But after she leaves, he finally realizes he loves her.
By then, it’s already too late to tell her.
The third: “Flowers Bloom in the Desert,” a gentle, timid young lady × an ambitious prince.
The thing he probably regrets most in his life is deceiving her back then.
He deceived her heart, deceived her into giving herself to him, and made her love him willingly, all while tying himself to her for life.
But now she won’t forgive him.
He wants to give her his very life, but she doesn’t want it.
Yes, the male lead is a jerk. Feel free to curse him, but don’t take it out on the author.
“Fallen Flowers, Empty Dreams” is finished, so go ahead and tear into it.
The second story is starting soon!
Please don’t give up on it!
It’ll do its best!