The cool breeze blows, and my body looks like an autumn fan.
It's hot again, and we don't get tired of each other.
She was originally a humble maid, but she was pushed to the branch by the name of princess. Before she could stand still, she fell rapidly and was ruthlessly abandoned by her husband on their wedding night. Emotions are abandoned like autumn fans, and life floats and falls like autumn leaves. I am grateful for his life-saving grace, but I fall into the web he unintentionally weaved, unable to get out, unwilling to leave. Is this encounter a calamity or fate?