A short story about elopement.
Written last summer. Well, it can only explain my persistent resentment towards the heroine who lives in a harsh environment and the hero who is a royal nobleman. . .
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Suddenly, she and he were standing in the pavilion again. Outside was a thick white rain. The rain was so loud that she couldn't hear what the other party said. But she knew very well that in the small pond in front of the pavilion were unopened or half-opened water lilies, both white and bright yellow, and he had just promised to help her pick one. ... She didn't know how to repay her fate, and regretted that she had never done anything kind. All of this happened too quickly, too easily, and too confusingly.
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