There was a young man whose youth was astonishing to the world. He used gold and jade as a coffin to marry her corpse.
She was fourteen that year and was grieving the loss of her husband.
Seven years later, when she was twenty-one, the young master offered another betrothal gift, but she did not agree.
After that, the young master guarded her in the small pavilion for three years, taking care of her food, clothing, and warmth.
In her twenty-fourth year, she almost brought up the matter of marriage again.
But in that year, the young master traveled thousands of miles to another country and married a princess from another country.
That year was indeed sad. Three times in Spring and Autumn, she was already twenty-seven.
Apart from being blind and living in chaos, I met the desolate young master again.