His Moonlight, My Frost

In March in Chang'an, the peach blossoms were blooming. She once thought that marrying Wang Ye would be a good time in her life. She washed her hands and made soup for him, kept all her sharpness by her side for him, poured out all her sincerity, and only hoped that he would have half of her own tenderness in his eyes. But in the end, it couldn't match the bright white moonlight in his heart. When that person returned, he abandoned her like worn out shoes, all the warmth he had felt in the past was fake, and all his preferences were given to others. She watched him hold the moon in his arms and speak softly, while she was left alone in the long night, covered with wind and frost. Wang Ye, you gave me an empty joy and taught me that the rest of my life will be covered with frost.