Moonlight Scattered

Some people are too close, and we only remember to understand them when we lose them, while some love is too far, separated by mountains and rivers. He looked at her with rare tenderness, but she lowered her head and munched on rice cakes. He sighed "I'm not with you, what should you do?" He held her letter tightly, jumped on his horse and headed out of the city. As he ran, he felt tired, so he let go of the reins and let the horse go back. When he got home, he hesitated for a long time before picking up his pen, and finally wrote a line: "Get along well with him, don't be willful, and if you feel it's inappropriate, don't force yourself." She stood on the city wall, watching his retreating back, and those words that were unpleasant and inconspicuous but had deeper meanings were replayed in her ears. How she wished he could turn back. As long as he turned around, she would immediately draw her bow and kill his wife, abandon the country and fly away with him. But he didn't, he left decisively and disappeared from her sight forever. A hand behind her back played with her hair with interest, and pulled hard, breaking several of her hair strands. He stuck out his tongue, slowly sucked her earlobe, and whispered, "Yan Shumo, remember your identity, you can only be my future queen!"