Limited to 500 words. You said you would marry me when I was sixteen. On that day, I just took it as a joke from you. Four years later, you really married me. I was married into the palace with a rosy crown and beautiful makeup. On the night of the wedding, you just said softly: "You are not the one I like." Turning to leave, I asked under the red hijab: "Then why did you marry me?" I clenched my fists, and the nails painted with Dankou were deeply embedded in my palms, which hurt my bones. You didn't look back, stood with your hands behind your back, and just said: "For the royal family, for the world." The remaining hope I had was extinguished, and you said coldly: "You are ruthless to me, but you know that I have no intention of you. In this case, there is no need to see each other from now on, lest you and I will be heartbroken." How deep is the courtyard, when will the rolling dust of mortals stop? Among them, men and women cannot escape the word "love" after all. You are, and so am I. Even if we don't see each other, we still meet, and if we don't love each other, we still love each other. With the emperor's promise and golden words, you have finally fulfilled my wish to be together for the rest of my life. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers remain the same, and so do the beauties and ladies...