That year, I sat under the willow tree by Yanhu Lake and asked softly: When my hair reaches my waist, young man, will you marry me?
You lifted up a strand of hair by my ear and kissed it, and sighed softly in my ear: Okay... I, Qian Shuang, am so lucky to be able to form an alliance with you, Hibiscus.
Hearing this, I gently pressed my body against Qian Shuang's chest, which was not very generous, and listened to the slightly faster heartbeat, with a sad smile on my face.
At that time, we were still young, looking at the green and happy smiles of the two people reflected in the clear water of the Inkstone River, we thought this would last a lifetime.
Now that I think about it, I realize that it was all just a passing cloud, fleeting.
Conception: