The first time she met him was at a banquet in late spring.
At that time, she was the red card of Zuiyue Tower. She was dressed in red and sang "Ambush from Flying Daggers", which shocked the whole audience. He was a young general who had just returned to Beijing. He sat on the fence and watched her all night, with light in his eyes.
He said: "When I am no longer busy, I will take you to see the stars at the border."
She said: "I don't ask for status, I just want you."
That's when they're at their best. In front of the flowers and under the moon, I play the pipa and the sword, thinking that the mountains are high and the water is long, so will the days ahead.
But what this world is best at is tearing beautiful things into pieces to show others.
Rumors, impeachment, the emperor's beating - they are like two chess pieces, being toyed with by fate. Finally, an imperial edict sent him to the west. She stood at the city gate and stuffed a winter coat into his arms.
"If you can't come back, ask someone to send you a message, and I'll burn paper for you."
He didn't come back to see her one last time.
She coughed blood for half a year in front of the window, looking in the direction of the city gate, holding the jade pendant he dropped in her hand.
He doesn't hate this world, he doesn't hate this fate, he just misses her.
Every time I woke up in the middle of the night, I always thought she was still sitting in front of the window, playing the pipa and asking him——
"Are the stars at the border really so bright?"
