[BE ancient anti-routine short story]
This is the tenth year after my death, the winter of the fourth year of Jiaxi.
My husband held my hand and called a name that didn't belong to me.
He said he loves me.
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My life seems like a heavy snowfall, so that when I look back, all I see is desolation and decadence.
Every inch of this world cannot accommodate my tiny footprints.
Everyone was after me and they succeeded.
[My friend, do you really want to travel back to ancient times?]
[Above, welcome to read, thank you for reading]
Purpose: Resistance to feudalism
Reader comments
I watched it again and still wanted to shed tears. What kind of branch is He Zhi's branch? I really like the last few sentences. I am illiterate and I can't express myself.
I watched it again and still wanted to shed tears. What kind of branch is He Zhi's branch? I really like the last few sentences. I am illiterate and I can't express myself.