Qingcheng: If you don't like me, why did you make all those vows back then? Why did you tell me, "May I be like the stars, and you like the moon, our lights shining together each night"?
Dagang: I misspoke.
Qingcheng: Then what about the ring you gave me with your own hands?
Dagang: I made a mistake.
Li Mingshan: Two lines of poetry could describe your figure and face: "Seen from the front, a ridge; from the side, a peak; near or far, high or low, each view is different."
Qingcheng: "Seen from the front, a ridge; from the side, a peak" means my figure has beautiful curves. And "near or far, high or low, each view is different" means my features are three-dimensional, right?
Li Mingshan: "Seen from the front, a ridge; from the side, a peak" means your figure is as huge as Mount Lu. "Near or far, high or low, each view is different" means the pimples on your face come in all shapes and sizes. Look at them from near or far, from above or below, and each of a hundred glances gives you a different impression.
A woman's beauty is both an asset and a weapon. At its mildest, it can make people yearn for her; at its strongest, it can conquer cities and lands. But not every woman has a face as lovely as jade and a slender figure. See how the ordinary Hong Qingcheng struggles in an era obsessed with looks, comes to her senses, and then finds herself again.
