She, the perfect girl in everyone's eyes, woke up from her dream and found that everything was different.
He is so high up there that his name will remain for thousands of years, but of what use will it be? A hundred years later, he will be nothing more than a pile of bones, and the story of him and her will become nothing more than gossip that people regret or sigh after dinner.
The emperor's promise is as heavy as a thousand catties, but in reality it is as light as duckweed.