On the day of the winter solstice, there was a heavy snowfall in the capital. Xiao Yanzi suddenly felt better and held Qianlong's hand, "Your Majesty, do you still remember the first time we met?"
Qianlong thought she was well, "Yun'er, when you are well, how about I accompany you to visit your old place again?" But he saw Yun'er coughing up blood, and the blood stained his clothes red. "She finally said, Your Majesty, you have to protect the land of thousands of miles and live well. If there is a next life, we should not meet again. It will be too painful."
Yun'er closed her eyes in his arms, still holding in her hand the auspicious cloud hairpin that he broke to pieces but later repaired quietly.
Yun'er, wait for me... We will get together one day.
Yun'er, if there is an afterlife, I will promise you a lifetime of sweetness.
It's pretty and funny.