When we met when we were young, what he knew was that a gentle breeze was coming, and a gentleman was like jade. In her heart, a storm arose. A marriage is said to have started with you, but it is not me who wants to end it. Looking back, all I beg for is for you to let me go. You see, you have the world in your hands, a good wife in your arms, and everything is beautiful. And all I have are memories.