There is always a lot of rain. On misty and misty nights, I like to stand quietly in front of the porch like this. The young master came from behind me and put a cloak on me, "It's cold at night, go back." I know that he treats me very well, and I know that it is rare for a husband and wife to respect each other as guests, and they never dare to ask for love. My heart has died long ago. It died with another person and cannot come back. He knew, but he didn't say much, and he took good care of me as always. But that night, when he was getting close to me, he suddenly shed tears, "Yuan'er, I don't know how long I can hold on... I'm afraid that one day I will go crazy for you."