She got up early and hurriedly sat down in front of the mirror. In the mirror, she was haggard and her hair was unkempt. Could it be because of lovesickness?

She began to dress up. Smooth out unkempt hair, comb it in a high bun, and pin a beautiful hairpin; Wipe your tired face clean and carefully apply a light rouge. So, in the mirror, she was slim, but there were still two words on her face: loneliness. She smiled to herself and walked out the door in joy.

A few months ago, she received a letter from her husband. The husband, who had gone to the border area, said in a letter that in a few days, he would return and reunite with his wife at Wangjiang Tower.

She thought she could see her husband who had not been seen for a long time.

Wangjiang Tower, this is the place where she and her husband made an oath, and it is also the place where they parted. She still remembered that the day before her husband left, their shadows were stretched out by a yellow faintness, and he took her hand and told her his love. There, she left tears of regret.

Wangjiang Tower, here is a testimony of their love, entrusting her thoughts about her lover.

Now, she is back here again, waiting for her husband's boat, waiting for her lover to walk towards Wangjiang Tower with firm steps.

The river in front of him flowed forward, carrying small boats forward, but they did not stop, leaving only a series of churning white waves, which spread out in the center of the river and surged to both banks. Still full of hope, she leaned alone against the pillar, her eyes full of anticipation.

The sun had finally walked past the building, after her slender figure had been shortened and stretched again. Thousands of boats were speeding by, and she was disappointed, and tiredness slowly set in. But she waited, waiting for the boat moored downstairs to step out of the boat that she had missed day and night. No, there would be one or two boats parked downstairs, and she would all stand up excitedly and watch the people who had stepped out of the boats, but only old men, stout young men, or women with children in their arms...... Every time she stood up and sat down, the loss came over her like a tidal wave, and the light in her eyes gradually dissipated.

Finally, the sun still touched the mountain, and the faintness of a few years ago shone again, reflecting on the surface of the river, very calm, except for a few ripples from time to time. There were fewer boats coming and going on the river, and only the grass on the shore swayed weakly in the breeze.

She was desperate. Sunset shines on her hand, the husband holding the hand that has made a vow to her, the husband holding the hand that tells her his love. She thought her husband's hand was there, but it was just cold.

She turned around, and finally burst into tears. Long hair fluttered behind him, spreading a fragrance and sadness. The makeup on his face was diluted by tears, and fell on his cold hands again.

Why do you ..... What about not keeping your promise?