That year, the grass was green in the sky. She lay under his elegant white clothes and called her "Master"
Later, the flowers bloomed all over the courtyard, and she and he faced each other day and night, with lingering affection in their hearts.
Later, she was doted on in the harem, and he was her adoptive father. She looked up and down, with cold rouge smeared on her face. She smiled at him. She had never been so beautiful, but her heart was already stagnant.
That year, peach blossoms filled the empty courtyard. After all, they were just shy of their haircut years.