She has been practicing self-restraint for twenty-six years and is praised by everyone as a good and upright wife.
He had kept the rules for half his life, but after a night of absurdity, he could never get out again.
From then on, she was the moon inside the wall, and he was the moon-greedy person outside the wall.
Every time she said "for the last time," he knew it wasn't true.
Because when she cried in my arms, her knuckles turned white.
She was someone else's wife, someone he listened to over and over again through the wall, hugged over and over again, but couldn't keep.
I have kept the rules for half my life, just to steal a moment of happiness for you.
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My other article "Deflecting Cold Branches"
Introduction to the work: All the noble ladies in the capital love the gentleman who is as gentle as jade.
Not comfortable.
She took a liking to Shen Qingke at first glance——
The cold branch that stands at the highest point and is covered with frost and snow.
Everyone advised: "It's too high and can't be broken down."
She breathed into the palm of her hand, raised her head and narrowed her eyes:
"How will you know if you don't try?"
Later, the whole capital saw it——
The cold branch, held in her hand, gave birth to spring.
But no one knows——
When she held him, there was a silver ring engraved with two people's names hidden in his palm.
That was the rest of his life that he failed to send out in his previous life.
Intention: There is joy through walls, but there is no way out when you push the door.