She once said to him firmly: Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.
At that time, she had great confidence in him, but there was no eternity in this world.
If they had met on a cruel battlefield instead of on a sunny beach after the rain, would everything have been different?
It is said that it is cold at high places. She began to miss that person's warm and solid embrace.
When they were lying among the flowers, even their usual bickering was more memorable than the coldness of the whole palace. At that time, she had many friends around her, lively, silent, gentle... But all of them treated her sincerely. But now that people have left the tea, the group of boys and girls who sang and danced on the grass have long since dispersed in the long river of time, leaving behind only a yellowed flower tea, and the warm fragrance in the memory can no longer be smelled.
Everything was so beautiful in the beginning, but now there is no way out. There is only a lonely path pointing into the distance. There are no flowers or lamps. What is waiting ahead is endless darkness, blood and tears.
The people and things gradually faded in my mind, but gradually became clearer, until one night when there was no one around, a deafening roar broke out along with the suppressed unwillingness and loneliness.
She has been waiting.
The cold mask covered her delicate face again, hiding the sadness deep in her ice-blue eyes.
Now that the tears have dried up in my heart, let's get ready and set off to meet the so-called brave and capable general of the human world.
My sweetheart.