"Master, I'm getting married"

She knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, but she didn't know that the hot tears had cut down her beautiful cheeks, she liked him.

"Well..."

There was no trace of emotion in the pale words, and perhaps even he didn't know how much his heart hurt.

She is the daughter of a petty official, and she was forced to marry because of her family's downfall; He was a young national teacher, and because of his sharpness, he was jealous and was forced to go on the expedition.

That year, she was thirteen and he was twenty-three. She worships him as a teacher to learn martial arts, he likes to practice swords with her, she likes to watch the stars with him, gently leaning on his shoulder, dreaming with him, but no matter how beautiful the dream is, it is only fleeting after all.

She later realized that some people, some things, such a dream is a lifetime.

This year, she was sixteen and he was twenty-six. She wore a red wedding dress, but the bridegroom was not him.

The red hijab was full of worry and melancholy, but the dagger in the wide sleeve shone brightly.

Today was her big day, but it was also the time when he set out on the expedition, and the dagger in his sleeve fell to the ground instantly, as if it had smashed on her heart, making her unable to breathe in pain.

She ran out of the house like crazy, grabbed the pedestrians' horses and rushed out of the mansion, heading for the wolf-filled battlefield.

There was a dead silence in the barracks, except for the sound of horses' hooves galloping through the void.

She threw herself in front of him in embarrassment, and where she saw it, the original white dress was now stained red with blood, which just lined her red wedding dress, but the bright red at the moment stinged her eyes.

"Yan... Child... Come here."

She leaned her head slightly, and he reached out to caress her face, only to hear him whisper, "Yan'er... I... Like..."

Before you could say the word, his hand suddenly fell.

"No, I don't want you to die, you know, I like you!"

But there was no more response, her eyes gradually hollowed, the three thousand green silk gradually turned white, and in the blink of an eye, the blood and tears that fell fell on his red-dyed white shirt, merging with his blood.

She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the forehead, whispering in his ear, "I was born before you were born, and I am old when you were born." You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early. ”

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