[The third person of the text, staged 1v3]
Under the pear blossom window, in front of the brass mirror.
I took out a golden hairpin from the box and inserted it into my hair.
The hairpin was engraved with flying swallows. The color was old and plain, and it was not worthy of the luxurious pearls and greens on my head.
I looked at the person in the mirror, and that person was looking at me.
I turned around suddenly and threw myself into the arms of the visitor.
"Zhou Lang——"
I shouted affectionately and whined tactfully, as if I was hiding great grievances.
The man stiffened his body and let me do whatever I wanted.
I touched the corners of his eyes. These eyes were once as clear as snow, but now they are full of pain.
I heard him say: "Mother, please respect yourself."
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Intention: Flying swallows return to their nests
