He always said that the way she looked at his third brother was different. At the spring banquet, she took an extra chopstick of the lotus root and lotus cake sent by Zhaoming Palace, so he threw the wine cup; during the autumn hunting, she defended his third brother from a frightened horse, and he broke three wolf hairs alone in the tent. She also felt that he was too kind to his cousin. He wore the purse embroidered by his cousin on his waist every day, and he ordered the poems written by his cousin to be engraved on the stone tablet at Zhuque Gate.
Until he coughed up blood and was carried back to the East Palace, his fingers tightly clutching the half of the jade pendant she left in his study last year, and a broken voice burst out of his throat: "Do you really... Never care about me?" And she knelt in front of the couch and suddenly remembered - that year on Lantern Festival, he stood in the sea of lanterns and could reach out to touch the golden step in her hair, but he only dared to use his sleeves to block the falling snow for her.
It turned out that he praised his cousin's poetry because the jealousy in his bones was about to overflow, and she smiled at her third brother just because she wanted to see the tips of his ears that turned slightly red when he was jealous.
But by the time they understood, it had been raining in the East Palace for seven years.
Intention: Two-way redemption
