On the day I married into the East Palace, the prince broke a begonia with his own hands and put a hairpin in my hair.
He said it looked really good, so I believed him.
Later I found out that he once had a sweetheart who loved Haitang the most. The girl had a cinnabar mole on the corner of her mouth, but when he looked at me, it was never my face in his eyes.
We were married for three years, and he drew my eyebrows, prepared medicine, and searched for the best hairpins in the capital. I thought it was affection, until I saw the painting in his study - the facial features of the person in the painting looked exactly like mine, but I didn't have the cinnabar mole at the corner of his mouth.
The inscription next to the painting reads: My wife, Ayuan, may you be born in good health.
That day was my birthday.
It turns out that I never entered his heart, I was just a substitute for him missing his old friend.
Later, the Shen family was convicted and all members of the Shen family were executed. He spared my life and relegated me to limbo. On the wedding night, he and his new wife watched the fireworks together, while I died alone under the dilapidated jujube tree.
Before I died, I thought, if there is an afterlife, don't let me meet him.
But I didn't know that many years later, he would go to Haitang Garden Station for a long time every spring.
At the moment of his death, he suddenly called a name.
Not Ah Yuan.
It's Zhao Zhao.
He finally understood who he loved.
Unfortunately, I'm long gone.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you