Jinye Xing

·On ​​a rainy night when she was eight years old, Shen Qingci crashed into the corner of the table in her father's rage. Blood rolled down her face, and the boy who accompanied her to hide from the rain, catch fish, and share roasted sweet potatoes disappeared from her memory. She forgot the most precious encounter in her life, and it took ten years for her to forget it. The sleepless night after the Shaohua Banquet. Yan Rongjing stood under her attic and played the flute all night. She cried on the desk and wet half a volume of poems, but she did not open the window after all. Because she knew that the prince's favorite thing was the moonlight. It seemed so close, but when she stretched out her hand, she couldn't catch anything. The pouring rain on the wedding night. She knelt on the cold floor tiles, her neck aching from the pressure of the phoenix crown, and rainwater dripped down the folds of her wedding dress. The red lacquered door was always closed. Inside the door was the comatose Prairie Princess and her "husband". Outside the door was the second half of her life that was about to begin with no place to go. The dream of illness. She dreamed of her mother who died young, of her eldest sister's red makeup when she got married, and of the collection of poems that her younger brother thrust into her when he was leaving. And between dream and reality, she felt a warm embrace close to her, with a faint cold fragrance on the other person's body, like pinewood on a winter night, like ink ingots in late autumn. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were as heavy as a stone. Those unspoken thoughts. The person Pei Yun had not forgotten for ten years now became his wife, but she regarded him as a stranger; Yi Nei traveled thousands of miles to marry into the Duke's mansion, but the heart of the person next to her never opened to her; Shen Qingci married into a high family just to pave the way for his younger brother, thinking that his life would be like a long night with no end in sight... Everyone walked alone in their own night. Join hands with the author to celebrate this ten-year appointment