If you think about it carefully, it has been seven years since I married Ji Huai, and Ayan is also five years old. Ji Huai has been missing on the battlefield for two years. No one is found alive or dead. Almost everyone believes that he is dead.
My mother-in-law, who resolutely refused to believe me, gave up after two years of painful training. In turn, she advised me not to be too obsessed and to organize a decent funeral for him and build a tomb so that he could be buried in peace.
Ji Huai's existence seemed to be downplayed little by little, and it took two years for people to slowly get over the pain when they first heard about his disappearance. But I can't let go, I always feel that he is still alive, waiting for me to find him. In other words, I don't believe that he is dead, and the feeling that he is still alive is just my illusion, a fantasy caused by my mental trance.
Many people have advised me to organize a decent funeral for him, but I always refuse. Maybe only in this way can I have the courage to continue searching.
Ji Huai, I have been waiting for you for two years, looking for you for two years, and you are finally back.
Intention: A couple supports and supports each other, and stays together for a lifetime.