Later, I heard that he was married and had a son and a daughter. Although it was a business marriage, the couple treated each other with respect and lived a happy life.
Once, I imagined how I would marry him, wearing my favorite wedding dress, and my father wearing a decent suit and handing me over to him. We swore to the priest together that we would never leave him no matter whether we were born, old, sick or dead, rich or poor. It's just a pity that I couldn't find him who loved me later. Later, I saw the video of his wedding. The bride's makeup was very exquisite, and the wedding dress was my favorite style. Everything was fine except that the bride was not me.
I once loved the young man who filled my youthful memories. I loved the young man who was willing to protect me from all harm. I also loved the young man who spoke broken Mandarin. I also loved the evening breeze by the river that we experienced together.
It's just that the story is too long and I don't have time to finish it.
Purpose: Even if we don't see each other every year, we still want peace every year