My heart seemed to have been hit by something, or it had been hidden deep in my heart for a long time, but I had never looked into it or had been avoiding it, but it was clearly in my mind at this moment. Although he was young at that time, that cold, melancholy and lonely figure seemed to be engraved in Lian Lizhi's mind, and it had never been blurred for more than ten years. The red candles lit high in the hall, the lanterns with the red word "Happy" on the edge of the hall, the red silk hanging around the hall, the guests toasting in the hall, and the red wedding robe on his body, all of these seemed to have nothing to do with him. He stood by the lake and looked at the moon. The moonlight cast a circle of light around him. For a moment, even Lizhi seemed to think that he would not be able to fly to the moon. They said getting married was a great joy. Why would he be unhappy? Six-year-old Lian Lizhi felt inexplicably confused and sad. . . . . .