"I want a garden of roses!" I said.
"Okay, I'll plant a garden of roses." Cheng replied.
"Red roses," I added. In front of his eyes, he seemed to be walking in the rose garden under the sunshine every morning, with his black hair and white robe.
"It's up to you!" Cheng Wu hesitated at all.
"Promise?"
"Promise!"
Satisfied, I turned over and fell asleep. In the last moment of blurred consciousness, a garden of red roses bloomed against the morning dew.
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Sima Wei had already died, and the only one who survived was the imperial husband.
Hoho... Are you following the original work? Come on, come on~~~It's better than what I wrote~~Applause
It's really beautiful. If possible, the author will continue.
Sima Wei had already died, and the only one who survived was the imperial husband.