She used her talents to write this poem for him:
How many lives have we met in this life? I only wish you pity. The moon is bright, the wind is high and the scenery should be good, but my heart is helpless and the words are gray and rainy.
The stream in front of the door has been flowing for thousands of years, and tears have gathered like a river. The solid ice and snow are the coldest, and the sad flowers and branches of the love tree fall off.
Although, she thought that in his eyes, she was just a little girl playing around.
She will never forget what he said: She will bring it with her because she values it.
Therefore, she regarded that writing brush as a treasure.
She loved him so persistently. So much so that she was so hurt by him that she began to doubt her feelings...
And him...
If given the chance, she would like to say loudly to him again: I love you.