Ci Mu Ballad

It was drizzling and the cold wind was blowing. The paper lanterns hung precariously from the eaves, and the bluestone slabs underfoot reflected the dark cloud-dappled sky. Wan Qiyuan stood under the eaves, looking at her gradually blurring figure through the rain and fog, and said sadly: "She left so suddenly, didn't she have time to say goodbye to me?" "I'm afraid something really important is going on in Chang'an." He laughed disdainfully and replied coldly: "Something's wrong! I'm afraid it's not his sweetheart's business!" "My lord, don't be too sad, maybe Queen Liu will come back." "What a joke! If she leaves, never come back. My Prince Su's Mansion is never short of women." He still had that cold look in his eyes, looking indifferent, but his slightly trembling pupils had betrayed him. He himself didn't know when he actually fell in love with the queen of the enemy country. It was when she rescued him in the desert; it was on the battlefield when she was willing to put her body as a hostage, or it was earlier—— He couldn't remember clearly. There was a sour and stinging feeling in his eyes, and his throat was so blocked that he couldn't breathe. He stretched out his hand, gripped the laurel tree in front of her temple, and smiled helplessly. "Let's go! Don't come back." He stood quietly under the osmanthus tree, the bright yellow of autumn grew wantonly, the moon stained the blue sky with the fragrance of osmanthus, but it brought him an indescribable bitterness.