Under the shade of spring flowers, she described those verses over and over again——
"Looking at Qi'ao, there are green bamboos and Yiyi. There is a bandit gentleman, who is like quarreling with each other, like plowing and grinding."
"Qing Qing Zi Pei, I have been thinking about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come?"
"There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it."
"I rest and lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness."
Originally, she thought that her heartbeat would be like this, silent and full of emotion but politeness.
Things in the world are unpredictable, and after several twists and turns, she was still disheartened.
Before leaving, she burned all the rice papers filled with poems. Every word on them was a lingering and bitter love poem.
She watched the fire flickering like orange-red petals, turning those words into ashes bit by bit, and all the unknown thoughts of her cardamom years fell into silence.
Yanran raised her hand to wipe away the moisture on her cheeks, telling herself that this was the last time she would cry for him.
What now?
Now... You will know after watching the end.
