If it weren't for that person, she wouldn't know that that cold and charming person was the quietest and softest part of her heart.
Now that she knows it, how can the person who threatens her still have a reason to stay? She looked coldly at the two people who were smiling brightly under the pear tree. A tall and domineering man in a purple shirt and a man with a beautiful face and an unrivaled beauty in a blue shirt. And what her heart yearns for is the right-hand minister of the court in a blue shirt, Mr. Zhao, her father.
(It's just a short essay about father and daughter, it's really short)
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