At that time, there was scattered snow in the sky, and the surroundings were so white that nothing could be seen clearly. Thousands of pieces of snow separated you and me, but I saw you walking slowly, and I couldn't spot you at all. You came over with a sixteen-bone ivory fan, half-smiling, but it wasn't for me.
Fortunately, you still like me, just like I like you. I thought that life would go on like this, that you would come to propose marriage, and then marry me in under the eyes of everyone. My heart is filled with joy.
But is destiny still called destiny if it doesn't play tricks on people? No one can stop the changing hand behind you, your brother, he breaks everything.