Biting her red lips, wearing a golden crown, some blush, and a wedding dress... The woman sat in front of the mirror and silently put on the wedding dress from the Central Plains. The heart hanging in that distant place was slightly startled by the beauty in the mirror. Time has left traces on her face, but she still looks the same in the mirror. Anko lay on the table nearby, purring. The woman picked up Anko and stroked the fur with her onion-like fingers. The little guy softly cocooned in her arms and let out a cute cry.

The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.

Among the yellow sand in the sky, a small oasis is like a gift from God. The green grass and clear water make people linger and leave a lasting impression. The wind and sand eat away at the oasis, and the years take away the beautiful face. Thousands of years from now, the oasis may no longer be there. Beauty also turned into withered bones. But the oasis in memory, the green grass and clear water in memory, and the beauty in memory can never disappear. Just like the lovesickness in my heart, it penetrates into my bones and is always unforgettable.

The vast expanse of wind and sand has buried many unknown pasts. Perhaps it is the lovesickness of a certain dancer, perhaps the admiration of a certain scholar, perhaps a promise, perhaps a long-cherished wish to stay together for a lifetime.

Red beans grow in the southern country, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches. I hope you can pick more of them, this is the most... lovesick.