Willow Tassel

He liked quiet, so she didn't dare disturb him. He liked simplicity, so she made the house look like an ink painting. They were truly different. He was so reserved, while she was so passionate; he was so gentle, while she was so headstrong. Everyone said they weren't right for each other, but she refused to believe it. As long as he was happy, that was enough. But now she understood. How could a forcibly plucked melon ever be sweet? Just look: whenever he saw her, he frowned. Then again, her red outfit really was too bold. But she loved it. Red clothes were so vibrant and warm; even when her heart was cold, it didn't hurt quite so much. She thought he must prefer women like Bai Qianyun, as delicate and beautiful as water. In his eyes, she was a flower who could speak to his heart; whenever he looked at her, his eyes were full of admiration. But she truly loved him. From the age of six to seventeen, he had occupied most of her life, and would occupy even more of it in the years to come. Her mother had said that love couldn't be forced. She hadn't believed her. She thought that if she tried hard enough, he would fall in love with her. So she insisted on clinging to him. Now she believed it, because in the eyes of Huangfu Chengze, she, Ye Liusu, was nothing at all. She thought it was time to leave. She'd taken up two years of his life and should be satisfied. If she kept asking for more, all she'd do was add to her sorrow. It would be better to end things now and spend the rest of her life holding on to her memories. At least that would be better than having him hate her. #favorite_1{color:#DC143C;font-weight:bold;border-style:double;}