
It's Too Late When You Love so Much
by Flush Dye
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The one I love is not me, the one I love is no one, the heat of fire I hope is even more devastating. Wan Yanqing didn't expect anything, and she wanted to keep the simplest things, but the final result always gave her a fatal blow. Her birth was not taken seriously by anyone. Even if she lived indifferently, she still could not escape the endless disasters. As long as her surname was Wanyan, she was destined to be entangled. There were not many people who loved her, but they left one after another. The people she thought were lovers hurt her deeply. Relatives are refreshingly cold. In the dark and damp Prime Minister's Mansion dungeon, on a wooden chair in a secret cell, a hair bun was messy and covered with blood, and his finger bones were stained with blood. He was lying on the wooden chair and was being beaten so hard with a wooden stick that he couldn't even hold his breath. Sitting on the Grand Master's chair beside him was a middle-aged man with great momentum and a cold light in his eyes. "You have only one choice now."
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