The day I died was his wedding day. On the other side of the wall, drums and music were blaring, and firecrackers shook the sky.
On this side of the wall, I stared blankly at the plum blossom in full bloom.
Suddenly I remembered that he was the man my brothers had found for me.
So I climbed over the wall, knocked out the beautiful bride with a phoenix crown, changed her clothes, sat on the bed with lowered eyebrows and eyes, and then in the red shadow of the dragon and phoenix candle, with his shocked eyes, I stabbed him.
He must be dead, I thought.
I went back to my yard and tied a white silk ribbon to the big column in the middle of the house. Before hanging myself, I kicked down the candle on the table.
In fact, when I climbed back over the wall, I secretly drank the wedding wine on the table covered with red cloth.
If you are lucky enough to survive, I will drink your wedding wine and wish you a happy marriage and a long life.