Red Plum Blossoms Are Blooming

Outside the post station, beside the broken bridge, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy. Unintentionally struggling for spring, once the flowers are jealous, they fall into mud and become dust, only the fragrance remains the same. Xiaojiabiyu has been pampered by her parents since she was a child, but she has experienced a rough fate, struggling to resist? Or succumb to fate?