Gu Qingzhi looked at his haggard self in the bronze mirror, looking left and right, looking like himself but not quite like himself.
The palace lady used bright red lipstick to cover the tired look on her face.
Wearing a heavy phoenix crown, she stepped into the sedan chair heading south.
The gong gradually sounded, and people had cheerful smiles on their faces. Gu Qingzhi lifted a corner of the curtain. The pear trees on the street were in full bloom. A gust of wind blew by. In a trance, she seemed to see a boy and girl sitting side by side under the pear tree.
They held hands, sat under the tree, and secretly made a lifelong commitment.
Another burst of gongs and drums sounded, and she lowered the curtain without looking back.
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