Yang Jian only smiled faintly and said nothing. During the gathering, someone mentioned that the Third Princess of the West Sea would soon be married. Everyone was delighted and teased her, asking which young man had won the princess's heart. She could only lower her head and smile, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks like the rosy glow of sunset, just as it had on the night they married many years ago. Over the years, those who still remembered that shallow marriage had kept their silence. Gradually, people stopped bringing it up, and so they did not know that the two exchanging distant pleasantries at the gathering had once been lovers who lit a pair of red candles together beneath heaven and earth.
Theme: Insisting on what was never meant to be
