Mama sighed and said, "Princess, are you sad?" ”

I stretched out my palms to the sky, as if I was grasping something, as if trying to stop something!

Oh, yes!

I'm sad, I should be sad!

But what can be done?

Should I stop it?

Or can it be stopped?

I hate myself for being a princess sometimes!

Carrying this damn responsibility!

It is up to you to make the next decision against your own will.

I looked at the dark palace wall behind me, the dazzling red as if warm blood was about to flow.

Then he said lightly, "Mama, there are some things that I have never been able to do by myself. ”

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back."

There was a faint sound of pipa music and the singing of the servants.

The strings are intertwined, and the singing is melodious and touching.

They sang the praises of the wise and martial monarch, and they were also rejoicing in the opportunity to be here.

When I closed my eyes, I could see that the banquet was full of light and red, and they were talking and talking as if they had reached some kind of tacit agreement.

I looked up again at the bright moon hanging above the sky, the halo around it, cold, dazzling.

I got out of here step by step.

I knew it in my heart.

From this moment on, my brother and I can't go back to the past.

The little boy who blushes when he tells a lie has become a master of discerning people's hearts.

The long tenderness made me forget that he was no longer my brother, but the head of a country.

He is weighing the pros and cons and stabilizing the court.

I need to know where I am.

You must not trespass and lose your duty.

And I know that I have quietly built a wall in my heart.

A transparent wall that separates me from my brother.

I and him are at both ends of the wall, and no one can climb over them.

(Unabridgeable: we all know that we are no longer pure selves.) There's too much stuff mixed in. ）

(No overstepping: our identity can only be a princess, the emperor.) The time of simplicity is a thing of the past. ）

This Mid-Autumn Festival is tasteless and painful at first glance.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the water tinkles.

Yes, time is never in control, it is fleeting.

The flowers in front of the hall have bloomed a little.

The vast summer has long since ended, it is autumn, and winter will soon follow.

I have not replied to a single letter I sent to the border gate.

He has only had one letter since he left.

I flipped through it many times, and the edges of the letterhead were already yellowed and wrinkled by my rubbing.

The words on it, with a few strokes, are flowing and uninhibited.

I can recite the content.

I can even guess what mood he was in to write it down.

"Seeing words like meeting, can you be okay?

I haven't communicated for a long time, so I'm sorry.

It is said that the wild goose sends lovesickness, I don't know if you can see the returning migratory birds.

I picked up the pen and considered every word, but I didn't know where to start when I put it down.

I really want to write the letter, and I really want to read you.

I watched the rainbow sun in front of the window turn into a setting moon.

The letterhead has not fallen a word, but I have been thinking about you for a long time.

Finally, the autumn is deep and heavy, and I hope you will cherish it.

Don't forget your promise, and it will come true. ”

He is still thinking about our agreement in such a dangerous situation.

Will we get our way?

Will we be able to do so?

Can I put down the responsibility on my shoulders and look forward to it?

I really like him!

Like, it's been a long time!

It's been so long that he has been running for me day and night.

So long that he didn't know every battlefield of life and death.

It was Chinese New Year's Eve the year he braved the wind and snow to leave.

On the night when I was sixteen years old, I looked forward to the fireworks and smiled at him on the palace wall.