The shadows of the candles on the mica screen are deep, and the stars are gradually sinking over the long river.
Many years later, when Hou Qing read this poem, he couldn't help but look at the sleeping person next to him. He smiled suddenly, but with a bit of joy.
I really almost missed it at that time. He thought.
The sleeping man smacked his mouth, as if he had dreamed of something good, and smiled contentedly. He turned over, revealing a white wrist.
Hou Qing could no longer concentrate on reading, so he put out the candle and hugged the sleeping person next to him.
Youlongyouyou woke up: "What's wrong?"
Hou Qing hugged her harder: "It's okay."
Youlu fell asleep again. The moon is bright outside the window and the breeze is clear.
That's all. Hou Qing thought. The glorious days of the past have passed.
From now on they must——
The dust has settled and there is no separation.
Ps: This is a story about how a sinister prince retrieved Princess Qingmei from a neighboring country.