In the middle of the night, in the main hall of the East Palace, the red candles were shining brightly, but the air was freezing. Frost had condensed before the Henu wine was finished. The phoenix curtain hangs low, and Shen Zhiyi sits alone on the edge of the bed. The phoenix crown is still on, and the beads reflect the lonely shadow. The room is full of joy, but the desolation is contrasted.
- Whispers and footsteps came from the outer hall. The palace maid Liu Ying'er came with medicine, and the corners of her clothes were wet with night dew. The prince Xiao Jingheng lifted the curtain and came out, taking the soup bowl with his own hands, avoiding the inner room.
- The scene turned from noisy to quiet, from the excitement of a wedding back to the coldness of an empty room. The camera slowly swept over the untouched cup, the uncut red candle, and the waning moon outside the window.
