She has met three men in her life.
The first person who said he wanted to marry her married someone else one day, and her mother found another good match for her. She refused, but she had to compromise.
On the eve of her wedding, she finally failed to live according to her mother's wishes and fled the land barefoot.
The second one said he wanted to take her to see the moon in the desert, but he never mentioned getting married. She was not in a hurry, thinking it would be okay to wait a little longer.
Later, in the night market in Dunhuang, they were drinking and talking. When the man was drunk, another woman's handkerchief fell from his arms.
She left before dawn.
The third one was a young general who often came to her tea shop to drink tea. He said he would wait and marry her after the war.
For this reason, she waited and waited, but she never thought that a river of spring water would still be in vain, and what she finally waited for was a pack of dried jasmine flowers.
When she was sixty-eight years old, her granddaughter lay in front of her knees, listening to the stories she told, and asked her with a smile who she loved the most.
She said that she loved the fifteen-year-old herself who ran away barefoot.
——Because she didn't look back, everything happened later.
