Someone once said that he would love her, cherish her, and protect her all his life.
But she heard that he was affectionate with another woman.
The arrogant and fragile painter left his last words and passed away sadly.
Or it was God's joke, she got another chance to live.
Looking coldly at the rolling dust of the world, she wanted to cut off the roots of love and play with the foreign world in the palm of her hand.
So I ignored the small feelings in my heart, ignored the intentional or unintentional anomalies of the Glacier man, ignored the overtures of the nominal imperial brother, ignored the teasing of the confidant with peach blossoms in his eyes...
I thought I could stay away from harm by being so cold and cold, but I got hurt again.
Only then did he realize that what he really wanted was just two people and a horse, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, drinking and singing, reciting poems and painting, leisurely.
Only then did he realize that what he really wanted was to walk with the one he loved, and then leave without any delay...
Walking and riding.