[For eight years, he has been in love with the exquisite dice, and he has been her deepest lovesickness; for eight years, holding the glass comb in his hand, she has been his painting heart!
He and her were engaged since childhood, and they were childhood sweethearts. They held hands and looked at each other on the pear tree that year, and he said, "When you are old enough, I will welcome you back." She smiled sweetly.
One battle, two conspiracies, and eight years of lovesickness.
When the beautiful woman returns, do you remember the promise made on the pear tree that year?
The glazed comb carved by my own hands has not yet put on your red makeup, how dare I forget it?
My whole body is covered with wounds, sir, are you still willing to marry me?
Eight white jade bodhisattva, eight drops of heart blood, deep love in your bones, how can you not want to?
If we hold hands again, what kind of bloody storm will it be?