Now that I am old, I like to take a nap under the eaves.
When I was half asleep and half awake, I always had the illusion that I was still the princess of the Qing Kingdom, and Zhixu was running towards me from the spring stream with her skirt in hand.
When the world talks about her, she is either a monster who brings disaster to the country, or a martyrdom woman.
How ridiculous. She is a silly girl who burned herself to death for the "world" in her heart at her best age.
Those cold words in history books cannot describe one ten thousandth of her life.
Her joy should not only live in the ashes of the ending.
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