Once, she looked at him with scorn and sneered, "Jing Fange, please don't touch me with those hands of yours stained with perfume!"
That year, peach blossoms bloomed in ravishing splendor. He tried with all his heart to please her, only to get a merciless slap in return. "Jing Fange, don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself. You know perfectly well that I only want to be his one and only!"
Three years. How long had it been? She watched butterflies flutter around him, watched him climb step by step to the throne of kings. She was happy for him, yet her own heart broke.
He said, "Yi Qing, all these years, I keep dreaming of her flying to me in my dreams, wearing a snow-white wedding dress, her eyes seeming to smile. She says to me, 'Chu Fan, remember to marry me in our next life.'"
She smiled, trembling, as tears welled in her eyes.
So many feelings are impossible to express. So many loves are destined to be forbidden.
