He was once a shepherd boy, he once had clear eyes;
He is now the second prince, he is now the king of a country;
She was once a grateful fox, she had no grudges;
Now, she wants him to repay and let his blood dye her white gauze and snow silk red!
Under the layers of conspiracies, there is still a fog of unclear truth.
After several lifetimes of love and hatred, when will we finally be able to let go?
He went from lively and cheerful to ruthless.
From ignorant to ruthless.
In this, how much helplessness, how much transformation, how much inability to control yourself?
Turn around and forget everything. Forgetting is our best choice.
A fact that cannot be changed. A past that cannot be returned to.
We only deserve a future...
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