In that troubled but turbulent era, the misfortune of losing her father made her lucky enough to become the adopted daughter of the Liu family and come to his side.
He was seventeen years old that year and she was only fifteen. When she first came to Liuyuan, she was wearing a pink coat and a light blue skirt. Her skin color may have turned slightly yellow due to malnutrition. She had a small chin that looked like it had been shaved off by a knife. She wore a double bun and looked like I felt pity for her.
"Actually, I have liked you for a long time. From the day you came to Liuyuan, the desire to protect you has taken root in my heart." Unfortunately, he failed to seize the best time to propose marriage, ruining the happiness that was at his fingertips. She has become an anonymous pet of his father.
After many twists and turns, she walked towards the void on the cliff of Beimang Mountain without hesitation - it turned out that my life was a big joke and I would never be a human again in the next life. No, God! Don't give me any more life. Father, mother, Qinger is here, and I have no love left in this world. Your most cherished young child, without your care, would be like a broken rag doll, to be torn apart by others...
A few years later, he only found a letter left by her in the inn:
Xianyang returned in a few days, and the sky was spinning again and again.
Looking back on the day we reunited, we were thousands of mountains away.
We are destined to meet each other, but we have no chance to hold hands.
It's better to not be acquainted with each other than to engage in business dealings with each other.
In the pouring rain, he caught up with her carriage and the maid conveyed his heartfelt message:
Liang Shanbo, Zhu Yingtai,
Both butterflies and flowers bloom.
Thousands of mountains, thousands of waters,
I will be with you in this life.
Zhongqing is bitter, Qingyu is sad,
Transform into mandarin ducks and fly together.
Winged birds, connected with branches,
We know each other in life and death.
Qing'er, eight years have passed, how long do I have to wait? Even in another eighty years, without you in my life, I will be just a wandering soul in this floating world. Always looking for you, waiting for you, the hope that supports the consciousness of life...