The whole country celebrated Xiao Cheyu's wedding. Zhuque Street was decorated with red lanterns, music was mixed, and firecrackers were blasting. Everyone said that this was a match made in heaven, and they laughed and drank happily.
Qin Zhi wore a moon-white robe that did not fit the festive atmosphere, jumped on her horse, and galloped into the suburbs. When she came to the graves of her parents and brothers, she also poured them a glass of wine. She raised her head and drank heavily after lifting the jug. It was already dark, and she knelt down in front of her deceased relatives. The female Rakshasa whom others shun rarely showed her vulnerability. Looking back at Kyoto, the red light pierced her eyes.
The fireworks exploded, and Qin Zhi felt a dull pain in her heart. She took a sip of wine and smiled, but the ends of her eyes began to turn red. She said to the tomb as if she was confiding or self-deprecating: "He broke his promise."
No one answered, but two lines of clear tears were left on the cheeks. The old friend has gone, where is the bright moon left?
Intention: Even if you encounter hardships, never give up. The world is so complicated that it is hard to find the original intention. When you meet, there will be no regrets, and the burning of life will have value. Destiny is always in your own hands. Not all relationships will have fairy tale endings. Regrets are common, but if you love with all your heart, there is no need to live in vain.