On a cold night when I was fifteen years old, she came in through the window and disturbed my spring heart.
When I was in high school at the age of eighteen, I paved the way to marry her, thinking that the oath of "being together for the rest of our lives" was indestructible.
At the age of twenty, in the Jinluan Palace, a marriage decree was intended to cut off love like a sharp sword.
In the late spring of my forty-third year, I stood in front of her courtyard holding a marriage certificate.
It turns out that the deepest love can withstand the passage of time.
