Twelve Notes on Ordinary People

He was born noble, rarely injured, and almost incapable of feeling pain. Only she, from the first sight, carved that pain into his bones. It was drizzling that day. He had forgotten what he was going to Xishan for at that time. He was looking at the hazy mist stirred up by the rain in boredom, when he suddenly caught a bright red light from the corner of his eye. He raised his eyes and glanced away, feeling a pain in his heart without any warning. He was stunned for a long time. The man was dressed in red, holding a light yellow bamboo umbrella, and his face and eyes were faintly unreadable, and he slowly walked out of the mist in the Western Mountains. Thin raindrops fell on her umbrella, and he felt that he even heard the rustling sound of each drop falling. The colors between heaven and earth faded in his eyes, and the sounds between heaven and earth disappeared in his ears, but the red color on her body became clearer and clearer. Her hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and her skirt gently brushed through the rain and mist of the Western Mountains, without stirring up a trace of dirt. He felt a slight swelling and pain in his chest. He couldn't make a sound. Twelve love tribulations, he is the only one who has difficulty surviving.