If she hadn't sneaked out of the house behind her parents' back on February 2nd, hadn't gone to the Acacia Lake where Aunt Mei said to fly kites, wouldn't have wrapped her hair around his clothes due to the wind, and wouldn't have dropped the silk handkerchief embroidered with her maiden name at his feet. Next to her, if he hadn't picked up the handkerchief and saw the name on it, and said warmly like a spring breeze, "Miss, your silk handkerchief fell off." Without knowing her, she would not have entered the palace, and there would not have been so much joy and so much sadness. The gentleman in the dream will always be just the moon in the mirror, and she will get married safely and be her husband and raise her children for the rest of her life.
But everything is too late. Destiny is so irresistible, marriage is destined, and there is no escape.