In my previous life, I fought on the battlefield for my missing fiancé for two years, but he and the medical girl lived in the valley like a couple of gods and gods. I forcibly took him back to Beijing and begged the imperial doctors to restore his memory, but what I got in return was a lifetime of cold treatment from him. On the wedding day, the medical woman committed suicide by taking poison. He hated me all his life. Before he died, he only asked for one thing - to be buried with her. The children I raised with my own hands also asked my mother, you have occupied your father all your life, why can't you let him be free after death? I couldn't take a breath and I died. Open your eyes again and go back to the day you found him. This time, I failed!
