An Lingrong should not live like a pitiful joke just to accompany the ups and downs of the protagonist's life. She has her own loves, hates, and desires. Let this flesh-and-blood character be the protagonist for me. It may be better to take control of everything from the beginning than to have a silly infatuation that turns into resentment.
Intention: The light frost is like the halo of the moon, quietly enveloping the old man's garden