I have had my heart moved three times in my life.
The first time was when I was ten years old, I fell in love with Ah Zhong, who was five years older than me in the west of the city. When all the children threw mud at me, he was the only one who walked up to me and smiled so hard that I was stunned. But he pushed me gently into the mud puddle and said to me amidst everyone's laughter: "It's so dirty and ugly."
I still fell in love with Ah Zhong when I was fourteen, but at that time I was a young lady from a wealthy family, and he was the most ordinary servant in my family. I finally had the confidence to like him. When I handed him the purse I had been embroidering for a long time, he did not refuse. He tapped the tip of my nose with his slender fingers and smiled so tenderly: "We should embroider another pair of mandarin ducks here." I blushed and nodded, stayed up late to embroider a pair of cross-necked mandarin ducks, and wanted to hand it over to him with joy, but under the peach grove outside the courtyard, I saw his lips imprinted on my sister's face. My sister's trembling eyelashes and pink cheeks were as bright as peach blossoms.
The third time I am tempted is also the last time. Once is a lifetime.
I can't go back.