At first, she hid behind the screen in the school, stuck her head out and called him "Brother Zhan" in a soft and cute voice. He didn't look back, but the boy next to him smiled brightly at her, "Is Xiang'er here again?"
Later, she stood in the boundless night, holding back tears and staring at his back. He never looked back, and the boy beside her gently hugged her, "Xianger, just cry if you want. Brother Jing will stay with you."
Later, she knelt in the luxurious and grand palace and begged the king not to blame her brother. She heard the man who had always smiled at her since she was a child sigh softly. She heard him say: "Xian'er, you always turn to others and plan everything for others. But you are my queen, when can you turn to me?"
Later, when she was alone guarding the pear trees in the courtyard, she often thought of the year when they first met, and of that young man who was always gentle.
Intention: A belated confession
