The pond outside the window is covered with lotus leaves, and the morning rain and dew on the lotus leaves is like the tears of a departed person, rolling jade and throwing beads.
He's gone.
This time he no longer untied Lu Yue's hairpin as usual, nor did he tease her with eyebrows.
Lu Yuehan sat blankly at the door, waiting for him quietly, her eyes full of fear and reluctance.
After a long time, Lu Yuehan came back to her senses and murmured something unknown. She took the delicate handkerchief on her lap and returned to the room, leaving behind a deserted and lonely figure.
Probably many years later, all the lotus leaves in the pond have disappeared, and the duckweeds are shining brightly on the water. As for Lu Yue's hairpin, she wears a cotton skirt and a silver bracelet on her thin wrist. It is elegant, cool, simple and beautiful. She gently pulled up her beautiful long hair and inserted an ancient plum blossom silver hairpin at an angle.
She lowered her eyebrows and smiled, holding a light yellow flower in her hand.
This time, she no longer had him in her eyes.
(Please don't go into details. The author doesn't know the development of the plot. He just wrote it for his own entertainment.)