Do you remember? That night, a gorgeous banquet filled Chang'an Avenue, the lights were dim, and you were full of enthusiasm. You stepped through the vermilion door, with a flushed face under your hijab, and your smile, which is enough for me to remember for the rest of my life.
At this moment, I want to use this short half of my life to forget that ridiculous wedding banquet. A wedding banquet for two men? If I had known this, I would rather continue to live at the end of Chang'an, looking at the back of the woman in delusional thoughts.