In the fourth year of Qianyuan, it was spring, the tenth day of the third month.
Ten miles of red dowry, ten thousand carries of dowry.
The glazed beads on the top of the sedan reflected the five-color brilliance, reflecting his blue forehead protector, making it look brilliant.
She is waiting for him...
The bells on the edge of the sedan swayed in the wind and murmured. She quietly pushed through the surging crowd, sweat dripping from her forehead.
She is looking for him...
It seems to be a long-cherished destiny, along a long river that meanders forward day and night, the shore is deep, and it turns thousands of times.
"Jingjing, promise me not to do anything. After so many years of silence, not only did you forget about me after we reunited, you also... I'm afraid I won't be able to bear what you do..."
"I used to love him with all my heart, but the ice and snow were too cold that year."