When they first met, he was thirteen years old and knew nothing about it. He smiled and said to her: "You are so beautiful. In the future, you will definitely be prettier than Xi Shi, the soup cake seller in our neighborhood. Why don't you become my bride?"
She threw his hand away and hummed: "It's up to you!"
Eleven years later, he finally understood that the most helpless thing in the world was not the disparity in status, but the passage of time, the distance between life and death that even the fastest horse in the world could not catch up with.