The man I couldn't love was deeply in love with the regent's wife. He climbed over the wall every day to drink the soup I cooked for him. Inquire about everything about your sweetheart's past. This has happened every day for five consecutive years, and I have become an old girl. I am too tired, so when he hurriedly drank the soup I made and turned to go out, I asked for the last time, "Can I not go?" He just paused. The next moment, he stepped out without stopping. On the other side of the imperial city, his sweetheart had a quarrel with the regent's husband and was anxiously waiting for his comfort. I no longer harbored any illusions, so I put the red hijab I had embroidered on my head and got married.
