Ember Snow

On the night of Yuan Dynasty that year, she stood on the Suzaku Bridge holding a plain gauze palace lantern. The pearl pendant on the tail of the hairpin was blown by the wind, like unshed tears. When Xie Heng stretched out his hand to straighten the hairpin for her, his fingertips brushed against the light blue veins behind her ears. "Your Majesty, do you know what I regret most in my life?" She smiled and shook her head, and thousands of lights behind her shattered into his eyes. Later history books recorded that the rebellion between Princess Zhaoning and the Marquis of Zhenbei failed, one was imprisoned in Zhaixing Tower, and the other was pierced by thousands of arrows outside the Xuanwu Gate. What the historian will not write is—— That day, Xie Heng had led his cronies to break out of the siege, but when he heard that she had been drunk with poisonous wine, he turned around and rushed back to the imperial city. And when she took her last breath in the flying snow, clutching the long-faded pearl hairpin, what she was thinking was: "If I hadn't taken the lamp he handed me on Yuan Ye that year..." ——It turns out that the most painful BE is to be willing to take every step.