His slender fingers gently stroked her pale cheek, "Don't cry," he said lightly, "If he really loves you, he will be the peace and happiness I promise you in this life. If he can't, come to Diling to accompany me, and I promise you peace in the next life with honor and favor!"
In the dream, the sky was still full of apricot blossoms in the spring rain. In the misty rain, he could only see her pink and white spring shirt under the oil paper umbrella, gradually getting farther and farther away, gradually fading, and then finally, slowly fading into the heavy ink landscape, without looking back...
She suddenly recalled that spring in the south of the Yangtze River. In the mist and rain, the jade-like man turned his head slightly: "Ah Jiu, if I am lucky enough to see you again after this, I will allow you to watch the haze in the morning and enjoy the forest mist in the evening!"
Not far away, the golden glazed eaves of Tai'an Palace were illuminated by the morning sun, creating a scene of prosperity. But all this seemed to have nothing to do with her. Ever since she met him, her heart had become smaller and could not accommodate the world or her dreams... She despised herself like this, so she kept struggling and working hard. , But in the end she had to admit that she failed. Her heart was still too small to hold only one man. She was no longer suitable to stay here, no longer suitable to point out this painting-like country, and no longer worthy to enjoy the respect and worship of her subjects. Sometimes flowers bloom and fade, and it is time to say goodbye...
On a spring trip, apricot blossoms blow all over your head. Whose family on the street is young and romantic? I plan to marry and stay together for the rest of my life. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed...