On the night when he escaped from the Hou Mansion, Lin Xiuhe only had a bag of broken silver, a cloth bag embroidered with wild chrysanthemums, and a faded red rope.
The rope was braided by Shen Yan. He braided two ropes, one for her and one for himself.
She escaped without looking back.
She rented a stall in the night market in Bianjing, moved the tables, set the prices and settled the accounts by herself. Her brother said "I can afford you" and she said "I know, but I don't need to".
She didn't know when Shen Yan would come, but she knew that the other end of the red rope was still somewhere in Bianjing - she didn't go to find him, nor did she wait for him. She just looked down at the red string on her wrist after closing the stall every day to make sure it was still there. Then keep going. She misses him very much, but before that, they both still have their own way to go.
"Everything is my choice. Even if it is for you, I am begging for you. There is no need to feel guilty."
Intention: Under the torrent of the times, all living beings are suffering, and individual salvation has always been limited, but there are still people who plant flowers in chains and sprout in cracks in walls.
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Aunt Zhou: We are all little pitiful people, and we will become old pitiful people in the future [dog head]
Aunt Zhou: We are all little pitiful people, and we will become old pitiful people in the future [dog head]