When she was young and pampered, she once rode into that man's tent on horseback, dressed in a gilded Xia Pei, and said with a proud smile on her lips: "I will marry you."
But he ignored her and treated her like a laughingstock.
After years of tossing, she finally found her husband and wanted to settle down with him. Unexpectedly, the man appeared again, broke into the bridal chamber and picked out her husband. He roughly tore open her wedding dress and kissed her hair with a cruel smile: "You can only be mine forever."
Only then did I realize that that year when the branches were in spring, the young man in green shirt who beat the horse and passed by was probably a good person, but not a good person.
Wrapped in horse leather, love surges into the clouds. Only half of the mountains and rivers remained between her and him.
