An ancient short story written from the perspective of the heroine
Fuliang I, a big dream
Under the flowers and the moon, the oaths made to each other are in vain.
You said, if I hadn't met you when I was a child, I wouldn't have entered the palace when I was thirteen.
Can you just let me go?
Lotus corridors and brocade towers, locked in the deep palace, filled with thousands of resentments and entanglements
Can't tell the difference, still confused
