If there hadn't been that hand-holding first meeting ten years ago, what kind of people would be standing next to you and me, and what kind of stories would be told?
Jin'er, what do you want?
Your Majesty, only a small minister, a wise king, a loyal minister, and a prosperous age.
Jin'er, I'm afraid that I won't have enough time to carve your features into my heart, and I'm afraid that you will be left alone to face too many joys and sorrows in the world.
Your Majesty, please let me go. You and I are no longer the same young people who had no grudges in our hearts three years ago and only knew how to love with all our strength. Ten years later, you and I will meet again in ordinary alleys and streets. If love is still there at that time, you and I will hold hands and grow old together and spend our whole lives together. . .