The courtyard lies silent, spring nears its end, and a faint chill rises. Pulling out her hairpin, she drinks wildly; her rippling eyes are like springs of tears. Alone, her shadow falls across the screen. Weeping, she faces the old willows of Jincheng, her heart's troubles keeping her awake. On a rainy night in the cold red pavilion, she dares not recall the past.
In the eyes of those who came after, they were a loving couple everyone envied. Who could know the little heartaches they endured in those days?
Looking back, there is the tenderness of yesterday. Across three hundred years of time, only to accompany you through the long journey of life.
Wa actually wanted to say... I actually wanted to come up with this pen name, but you beat me to it, o(╯□╰)o Actually I have been wanting to say this for a long time, and today I finally got up the courage to confess.
Wa likes Thirteen, so he likes Thirteen's story.
Sprinkle some flowers and update soon~