That year, the wutong blossoms withered...
At that moment, the phoenix-tail flowers bloomed...
In that instant, a cold wind swept past, and a sword's edge cut across the palace path paved with blue stone. She walked on...
A dream: flowers blooming and falling, the jade-like face of a young man. He smiled and said, “In this life, only you.”
As the flowers fell, he said that from the moment they first met, he had betrayed his original resolve...
He said the quiet, secluded courtyard was a past he would always want to hold on to...
He said, “My life is yours...”
A young man in green stood smiling at the palace gates.
In the end, her eyes were wet beneath her green robes.
A suit of silver armor lay forever upon her shoulder.
He said, “I am Shen Li of Beiqi. I offer Beiqi as my betrothal gift and will marry into Yuansheng.”
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