Perhaps, from the moment he set foot on the Central Plains, his fate of being entangled with that man for the rest of his life was already doomed.
She can no longer touch the vast world of the Western Regions, the horses, cattle and sheep there, the green grass and blue sky, and the freedom there, even though she misses and loves it so much.
The melodious and melodious sound of the flute gradually disappeared from my ears, and the thing that was least supposed to happen came quietly.
Maybe this couldn't be considered a betrayal in the true sense, but it already left her with no way out.
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