The Withering of Hibiscus Hurts the Passage of Time

When he met her, he was fifteen and she was fourteen. Her hands are like catkins, her skin is like gelatin, her collar is like a caterpillar, her teeth are like a gourd rhinoceros, and her head is like a moth-like eyebrow. She has a charming smile and beautiful eyes. She is an unparalleled beauty. But because of her status as a princess, she had to make peace with the enemy country to protect the safety of her homeland. He is the king of a country, with jade trees facing the wind, extraordinary appearance, and a symbol of power. However, he did not expect that he would fall deeply in love with a woman from an enemy country. When she was in a foreign country, faced with the gentle queen mother, the king with a human face and a beast heart, and the flattering concubine, there was only one other, him, who was silently by her side, following her through life and death. That extremely noble position is love, which is the most love a king can give. But that handful of narcissus standing alone in the heavy snow was the ordinary love that he, who was as still as sinking in water, could give. A scorching sunrise or a calm sunset, which one is her true love? "Your Majesty, I can give you everything you want." This was his expression. "Your Majesty, I will accompany you for the rest of my life, don't worry." This was his heartfelt vow. But which one is her lifelong destination? The hibiscus withered and the green leaves fell. All she could do was to take off her green silk hair and wrap it around his fingers when she was dying. She said, "In this way, we can never be separated again."