I used to look at that man so affectionately.
In the heavy snow, he walked leisurely, wearing a purple-bone umbrella, a coiled dragon robe, his eyebrows were like a painting, and his lips were like a demon.
I poured deep love into it, only to realize in the end that it was all in vain.
Even though he had an alluring appearance, in the end, it was just a gift given by him to the enemy leader for surrender.
In his eyes, I was just a commodity, a gift for others, a gift for peace.
All the vicissitudes of life are all fake. I have become a commodity, so what future do I have?
You asked me to wait for you for three years, but my beauty faded and my love faded. I know that after waiting for three years, you will have countless beauties around you, and I will not be missing one.
I'm tired, really tired, you can't give me happiness.
That's all, I destroyed your treasure. If there is an afterlife, I would rather not meet...