The year he saw her, he was twenty years old, a young general who had just achieved military success. She was sixteen years old, the age of innocence and romance. She was dressed in a palace dress as red as blood among the peonies. She smiled at him, and the stars in the sky were all in his sight, and they were actually a bit more gorgeous than the peonies. Since then, I have been deeply trapped, but I don't know that it is a lifetime of torture...