Life is like a dream, continuously changing. The rights and wrongs, gratitudes and resentments. But the days [continue to] pass soundlessly. [Like water passing] without leaving a trace.
It’s hard to forget one’s foolish longings.
When someone told me very calmly that he wanted the throne, he already held the key to my heart. When he threw away the umbrella and endured and suffered the rain with me, I had opened the door to my heart for him. When he protected me by using his own body to block the arrow, I would never forget him in this life.
Everything that happened after that only drew me in deeper. Having said that, do you still need to ask about 8th prince? If there is love, there is anger. If there is love, there is hate. If there is love, there is obsession. If there is love, there is longing.
Since we parted, there has been nothing but hate, anger, and longing transforming into inches of memories. I don’t know if you still resent me, hate me, loathe me, or detest me?
Underneath the wisteria bower, underneath the moon in the bitter wind, between my brush, inkstone, and paper … In Ruo Xi’s heart, there is no emperor, only the 4th Prince who has stolen my soul. We love, we miss, we don’t meet. Why do the heavy hearts only make us both lonely? My weak inner being shatters. The letter is as blurry as my words. When I gaze into the courtyard, I long to see you. Everyday, I wait for your arrival.”