I saw everything about the Qing Dynasty from a "third party" perspective, but I didn't expect that my intolerance would bury me in the torrent of history.
Everything about him was everything I loved, but why didn't I choose him.
I pity everything about him, but I don't know when I fell in love with him quietly. For him, I don't want to be a bystander, I am willing to be his woman and bring him a piece of warmth.