The rain was pouring down and the water mist was thick.
"You really won't regret it," he said, as gentle as jade, holding an umbrella and standing up, "Hmm?"
Yet it is aloof from the world and independent, like the stars in the nine heavens, bright yet distant.
She was dressed in a white dress with a flowing train, and she was holding a white folding fan. The ink on the fan was blurred by the rain, and the original calligraphy and painting could not be seen clearly.
"I will never regret it in this life." The mist in her eyes seemed thicker than that in the heaven, earth and sky.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
At this time, the shadows of the Buddha and mulberry trees were whirling, and the ground was covered with red begonias.
In the end, the chess pieces became a play, the makeup was scattered, and the fine clothes fell off, but the play was already deeply involved, and it became these ridiculous years.