Ying Zhaoli made repeated orders. This is not an overturned story.
Just a nice show:
At first I followed him purely because I wanted to watch a show.
It's so beautiful. It's much better than the excitement in the arena.
Later, he stepped higher and higher, until he was able to sit on the chair.
I clapped my hands and was about to leave, but he blocked me against the palace wall.
"Have you finished the play?" He asked.
"It's over."
"Then it's my turn to watch."
He smiled, still looking sickly, but there was something in his eyes that I had never seen before.
"Let's see if you'll come back."
I didn't come back.
I just climb over the wall every time I pass by Beijing.
That's all. Again.
Concept: Ancient Chinese proverb about the heroine