I stood on the tallest and most deserted tower in the capital, and jumped down boldly.
The sound of the wind howling through my ears was an exciting relief.
I closed my eyes and waited for the moment the cell door would open.
However, I couldn't feel the pain of being shattered into pieces, so I fell into an embrace filled with the fragrance of snow.
I raised my head in confusion and met a pair of eyes as bright as stars.
He was an extremely well-born young man, the most handsome I have ever seen in my life.
However, I just told him calmly that he failed to save my life and owed me his life.
I handed him the sharpened hairpin in my hair and begged him to kill me.
The young man accepted my hairpin, put it in his arms, and smiled at me.
He said the hairpin was too blunt and too short. Not only would it not kill anyone, it would also cause me pain for a long time.
He had a sword at home that was sharp enough to kill with one blow.
He said he wanted me to go home with him, and I agreed.
But I asked him to hide me and not tell others.
He is willing to let me die, he is a good man, and I cannot harm him.
Later, he took me to the market, put out river lanterns, and bought those shiny gadgets that I had never seen before.
He gave me many new clothes, each one very beautiful.
When I tasted sweetness for the first time, I said it looked very much like him.
He laughed so happily after hearing this, and I will never forget his bright eyebrows.
The young man is special, very good, thousands of times better than the rising sun that people sing and worship.
I kind of like him.
But, I have to die.
Intention: Nowhere to look for, only a youthful heart
