Love has been passed down through the ages because it is unique and unwavering.
When they first met, she took his hand and said sweetly, "You're mine, all mine, Xixi."
And so, from that day on, she bound his body and his heart.
Ten miles of red bridal finery, and the most sincere vow: from then on, they would share life and death.
But he was still here, while she had vanished without a trace.
Their son asked, "Where is Mother?" He wanted to ask too: "Where is Xixi?"
When they met again, he stood among thousands as he ascended the throne.
She wore white, and they met as strangers.
He left the six palaces empty for her,
while she crossed countless mountains for him.
Can love between two people really be this difficult? Can true devotion really fail to overcome the designs of fate?
The same old request: please bookmark and follow! Your companionship brings brilliance to this far-reaching tale!
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