She wished she had never seen the bright moon on Qixia Mountain, wished she had never been born in Dayang, and been a princess despised by thousands of people.
"Have you ever loved me, Gu Beixu?" The girl knelt on her knees, her dark hair slanted down, and her eyes were red. "Never." The boy held her chin tightly and stared at her expressionlessly.
The moon is crescent outside the house, the grass and trees are swaying in the wind, singing miserable songs...
Purpose: Show be aesthetics