That summer was the first time you and I met.
That day at the palace banquet, you came to the rescue, and I was slightly tempted.
Later, as I wished, I sat on the bed and waited for you to lift the lid.
But you forgot about me and even found a new love.
"Yu Wenyue, take this broken brick as a line, you and I will never meet again."
Concept: Ancient women's emotions towards their husbands.