However, is this the end?
No, this is just the beginning.
Firewood, rice, oil, and salt, values and perspectives... there are so many things standing between the two, a union is not the beginning of a beautiful love, but the source of another tragedy.
There are so many such examples around her, they live like Princesses, but after marriage, the Prince they believed in turns out not to be a Prince, but a beast in fine clothes, and life offers no chance to start over.
She knew her thoughts were pessimistic, yet she couldn't control her wild imagination. Would Brother Yan one day grow tired of her and fall in love with another woman?
She lay on the large bed, curled up in a ball, holding herself tightly. Her heart ached as if it would explode, thousands of voices in her mind tearing at her nerves. A voice of reason told her she should stop this meaningless and boring speculation, but she couldn't control them as they grew wildly like weeds in her consciousness.
