The story of a bad sister and a crazy brother.
I was only thirteen or fourteen years old when I first met her. The girl was dressed in a white dress and had a friendly face that no one could fault. He looked poor, wore inappropriate clothes, spoke an unsociable dialect, and was on pins and needles in the crowd of guests.
In the years that followed, the aristocratic child and the country boy were inseparable on the surface, but privately they were inseparable.
Please keep me in your heart like a seal, and carry me like a stamp on your arm;
Because love is as strong as death, and jealousy is as cruel as hell.
Intention: redeem each other and like each other.