She never admitted that she had ever had such feelings. Just as she didn't know it, the compass of fate began to turn on the night of the Lantern Festival of this year, and the few brilliant moments in her life came to an abrupt end. When her disheveled long hair was blown up by the thick black evening wind, she cried and ran through the flower-studded Shangguanli Front Street and turned into the winding deep alley. There was a person standing alone on the tower of Chengtian Gate, enveloped in the warm yellow light of the lights. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned as he stared at her in the starry sky under the moonlight in Chang'an. And when he looked at the timid face in front of him with half a broken lamp in the red gauze tent, he did not remember that they had met on the night of Lantern Festival with fireworks and lights.
Intention: The choices in life are always a bit helpless, or you can't help yourself, or it's difficult to have both. Our hesitation, struggle, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy when faced with choices may be the same as those of the ancients thousands of years ago.