Mid-Autumn

On the eve of my wedding, I was filled with joy to get married, but I met a strange woman. The woman's face is old and haggard, but she looks very much like me. Her name is Banqiu, and she says she is me in my forties. Betrayed by my fiancé, tragic death of my family, wasted life, she predicted my fate. I stared at the fine lines between her eyebrows and smiled. She must be a liar.