Ancient Proverbs | Deep Sadomasochism | BE Aesthetics | Sense of Fate
"The most painful thing in the world is not that you have never gotten it, but that you have been within reach, but in the end... You have never seen it grow old."
"The year Shen Zhao died, there was no snow in Chang'an City."
In the seventh year of Jian'an, Shen Zhao returned to Chang'an from the border with the sad news that his father and brother were killed in battle, and a marriage contract given by the emperor.
The one she wants to marry is Xie Linchuan, the eldest son of the Xie family who is famous all over the world.
Everyone said that Xie Linchuan was cold-hearted and cold-hearted, a Bodhisattva carved from jade and a Shura made of ice.
But no one knew that he would carry her across the long street when she was drunk, quietly move closer to the bullseye when she was practicing archery, and even cook a bowl of medicine for her while she was coughing up blood in the middle of the night.
"Azhao, we will have a long and wonderful life."
When he said this, fine snow was falling outside the eaves.
Later——
Shen Zhao died in the trap set up by Xie Linchuan himself.
She didn't know until her death that the bowl of medicine he handed her was an intestinal poison.
"Xie Linchuan, if there is an afterlife..." (The paper is smeared with ink and the handwriting is blurred)
"... Forget it, there is no afterlife."
Later, Xie Linchuan never married. In his later years, he always muttered to himself in front of the empty court, saying that A Zhao was most afraid of the cold, but her grave was located in the coldest place in the north...
Intention: The deepest regret is that we were so close to achieving perfection