Her beauty faded, and her life ended; her blossoms fell in the Sui Dynasty. She dreamed of returning to the Northern Zhou as the Grand Marshal’s daughter, born as Jialuo, a woman of destiny.
Songs and dances drifted with the breeze, yet could not withstand the bitter west wind. Her heart belonged to another, but she could do nothing about a life spent drifting.
Her fate rose and fell with the empire. Power shifted, and so did the warmth and coldness of human hearts.
When the mountains bloom with flowers, her youth will finally come to an end, and she will return with the one she loves.
