I often recited Thirteen that year. She rescued a man, and he took her outside the wall to give her a fireworks show. He stood under the gorgeous fireworks and told her, "When you meet someone, you have to say only a few words, but don't give her all your heart."
But Chang Nian didn't expect that the last firework he sent would open her chest and stain it with blood.
I often read fifteen that year. Under the glow of red candles, she was waiting for her husband, dressed in a scarf and a red hijab. When the hijab was lifted, the man was wearing a red brocade robe. He looked at her familiar face, his eyes were filled with chills, and he said coldly, "The princess is so scheming to marry me."
That year I often read Nineteen. She has loved him for many years, and naturally knows that he does not love her, but is just pretending to be in love. She saw that he had avenged his vengeance and aspired to conquer the Central Plains with high spirits. He no longer even showed false feelings, so she felt that it was time to leave.
Chang Nian stood under a pear tree, looking up at him with a pale face and a slight smile. "Ayue, we two still missed it."
"After that, you can never go back."
One day he accidentally heard that she had remarried. He got very drunk and traveled thousands of miles to see her. At this moment, she was standing among the streets as before, but like an ordinary peasant woman, she asked her husband to go back for dinner.
He suddenly realized that he had really missed her. It's over, there's no going back.
------First person ancient bloody romance novel
Intention: stop loss in time